Palm Reader Tony Shhnow

[Intro]
Overkill
Killing spree

[Chorus]
A fuckin' fiend I need it
Put that paper in my palms, it ain't hard to read it
I'm playin with them numbers tryna turn this odd into a even
You shouldn't let them gas you up, you wanna die for a reason
This world get cold in wintertim, I keep that fire for a reason

[Verse]
Macaulay Culkin, Home Alone, it's me inside with the nina'
With five divas and the plug just hit me back for the re-up
Nowadays I just be chillin in the back with my feet up
But I don't forget them days when I had to bag weed up
If gettin' money was gettin' grades I'd be a perfect achiever
This game a bitch but I swear to god I'd never leave it
Don't worry too much about that money cuz you can die with it
But one thing about me I'm gon' make sure I'm alive with it
My gym a jungle so that's why I always slide with it
Protect yo reputation but don't let that pride get ya'
I keep shooters on the line and they hit long distance
This temptation is a bitch. it got my palms itchin'
Can't take the heat, you gon' get burnt in the wrong kitchen
This nigga fucked up in the game, he on the wrong mission
I found money but I just found out my top missin'
Tried to tell you about the money but you do not get it
I'm the type to ride with two when we in 9th inning
Applyin' pressure, addin' hundreds, that's my appetite
If I don't re-up by tonight, this shit don't feel right