[Intro: BloodHound Q50, Phil Collins, BloodHound Q50 & Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother, go
[Chorus]
Long live Scoom, I miss my tweaker
Long live Jeff, my brother a reaper
Can't pray to God 'cause a nigga still sinnin' and bein' evil
Stay with a pipe like this bitch legal
Fuck the system, nigga, free my people
10 milli' Glock, this bitch a keeper
Puttin' shit in a box, this bitch a sleeper
[Verse]
Was at my lowest, I felt like Peter
Now bitches on me, niggas wantin' features
You ain't tryna kill, stay the fuck in the bleachers
Gеt the fuck out my face with all that preachin'
My brothеrs, they gone, why the fuck did y'all leave 'em?
Thoughts of death flowin' through my head
Fuck around, OD off these meds
I'm numb to the pain, but it's like I'm dead
When I lost Z, all I seen was red
Micro Drac', we tap that head
That Rollie got took 'cause he was a fan, go
You ain't learn from Mitch that you can't tell these bitch-ass niggas shit?
But then again, I can because I'm the nigga that's out here hittin' licks
I'm on Instagram deletin' pics, I just dropped a nigga in this fit
Glock 23 with a fifty shot, he tried to run, but couldn't duck the switch
In the meetin' with Tayski tryna get rich
In the hot with Swerv tryna catch another vic'
In the stu' with Derm tryna me a hit
Slide bitch ass got hit with a switch
I won't stop shootin' 'til I hear that click
Tryna catch me a rapper and take his kit
I spent four bucks up on a fit
If I want you dead, Baby Splat gon' blitz
Lil Will and Badass with him too
Lil' bronem the clean up crew
Tryna drop me a 6, finna call up Screw, go
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother, go
[Chorus]
Long live Scoom, I miss my tweaker
Long live Jeff, my brother a reaper
Can't pray to God 'cause a nigga still sinnin' and bein' evil
Stay with a pipe like this bitch legal
Fuck the system, nigga, free my people
10 milli' Glock, this bitch a keeper
Puttin' shit in a box, this bitch a sleeper
[Verse]
Was at my lowest, I felt like Peter
Now bitches on me, niggas wantin' features
You ain't tryna kill, stay the fuck in the bleachers
Gеt the fuck out my face with all that preachin'
My brothеrs, they gone, why the fuck did y'all leave 'em?
Thoughts of death flowin' through my head
Fuck around, OD off these meds
I'm numb to the pain, but it's like I'm dead
When I lost Z, all I seen was red
Micro Drac', we tap that head
That Rollie got took 'cause he was a fan, go
You ain't learn from Mitch that you can't tell these bitch-ass niggas shit?
But then again, I can because I'm the nigga that's out here hittin' licks
I'm on Instagram deletin' pics, I just dropped a nigga in this fit
Glock 23 with a fifty shot, he tried to run, but couldn't duck the switch
In the meetin' with Tayski tryna get rich
In the hot with Swerv tryna catch another vic'
In the stu' with Derm tryna me a hit
Slide bitch ass got hit with a switch
I won't stop shootin' 'til I hear that click
Tryna catch me a rapper and take his kit
I spent four bucks up on a fit
If I want you dead, Baby Splat gon' blitz
Lil Will and Badass with him too
Lil' bronem the clean up crew
Tryna drop me a 6, finna call up Screw, go
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