Sons of Kain Santos Santana (Ft. HAARPER)

[Chrous]
(One nigga tried to cross me out over a funky bitch)
(Two of my other bitches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)

(One nigga tried to cross me out over a funky bitch)
(Two of my other bitches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)

[Verse: Haarper]
Reminiscing, I’m missing the sight of killing
That glistening on my chains
Wrapped around your fucking neck
I choke and maim
Fed the mo’fucker each drop of the pain
Giving in to the stain of the rites of the killin'
That I’ve unleashed upon the world
That life is what I’m stealing
Put ’em in the ground for the burnt house
Bruce Lee with a fist to your chest now
I‘m summoning the hearse, don’t stress out
Now take another pain to the help down
You’re bleeding from the eyes
Bitch bro crying you claim that you were reminiscent to the cycle repeats as you bathed in defeat of my enemies force so careless