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HOMICIDE

  1. This shit a fucking homicide, you been on my fucking mind
  2. 'Cause honestly, I try and try, but I can't just seem to die
  3. And my mama told me, "Stay on yo' grind"
  4. Sometimes I don't wanna be alive
  5. Thinkin' of doin' a homicide
  6. Hoes been on my mind, prone to lies, yeah
  7.  
  8. Walkin' through the corridors of my school, lookin' at pictures
  9. Me and my gang, we've been pullin' triggers
  10. Do it all for my sister, flippin' the scriptures
  11. Livin' in reverse, but my cash been gettin' bigger
  12. No father figures, her hair be ginger, I been cold in summer and hot in winter
  13. Hoes fuckin' wit' me? I lean on the fixture
  14. Shit, I'm chillin' with killers, brothers and sisters
  15. We be all sinners, fucking up, fucking up, we ain't gon' be winners
  16. Invites hoes for dinner, and hoes be so bitter
  17. Why do I hear them whispers? Yeah, rhymes I deliver
  18. I'm livin' real silver, I fuck with yo' liver
  19. And bitch, I cry you a whole river
  20. And I been down bad, if it wasn't obvious
  21. Hoes fuckin' wit' me, always copying
  22. Can't trust no bitch, she a floppy bitch
  23. All my rhymes, hoes have to copy it, copy shit
  24. And bitch, I can't trust no cocky bitch
  25. All of this is a fucking hobby, bitch
  26. So much cash on me, nobody can rob me, bitch
  27. Call up Robbie, on the walki talki shit, uh
  28. I don't even give a fuck where you at, at
  29. I pull out the MAC, burn his back, back
  30. Fuck 'em all, these hoes so wack, wck
  31. And you gon' be my motherfuckin' snack, snack
  32. Lil' bitch, I'm jacked, I fucking pack, pack
  33. And you know I ain't on crack, I be on tracks
  34. Yeah she feelin' on my sack, I be like Kodak Black
  35. I don't care, pour the Cognac, listenin' to Kodak
  36. My heart's so black, I got a gold plaque, and I just blow backs
  37. These hoes don't know that, this shit be a throwback
  38. In the Maybach with fou' stacks, and you know I know that
  39. And I care for my mama, but I can never go back
  40. Suicidal, doin' marijuana, and hoes go wack
  41. I rap to ease the pain, I fucking need my sane
  42. These hoes gon' beat the game, I do marijuana, hoes beat my name
  43. And honestly, lil' bitch, I eat the flames
  44. Hoes fuckin' wit' me, but okay, and she tryna beat that James
  45. Lil' bitch, I'ma beat the game, I need them flames
  46. Ho, why you on me? I don't need to change
  47. I don't need that thang, yeah yeah, uh
  48. I take the lead, make opps bleed, make his brain leak
  49. I ain't the same weak, ho you meet in the same week
  50. Lil' bitch, I make the game weak, you outta my game, league
  51. These hoes fuckin' with Brady, get the cash, do a 180
  52. 'Cause lately, been carin' for my baby and my lady
  53. She so sexy, my ex drove me crazy, she was so lazy
  54. Vision hazy, she was so shady, but maybe
  55. One day I can live life without all them crazies
  56. And get home safely, worryin' 'bout my son's safety
  57. Even when it rainy, I got the keys, I do it daily
  58. And he went Old Bailey, these hoes tryna change me
  59. But you can't save me, my demons take me
  60. My demons break me, rainy from the AZ, from the AB
  61. My grandpa was in the Navy, shit so tasty
  62. You always blame me, what a shame we
  63. Couldn't fix what we had, turn on the AC
  64. Hair so wavy, I mainly pick some roses and daisies
  65. Cash on me got hoes quaky and fucking shaky
  66. Why they snaky? So zany, fireworks like Katy
  67. Call up Jamie, roses like Amy
  68. Fuckin' wit' me? You fucked up greatly
  69. Been feelin' hasty, hangin' wit' Casey
  70. Hoes tryna floor me, they tryna incase me
  71. I'm icy, not plainly, but I remember it vaguely
  72. When life was good and nobody tried to rain on me
  73. Fucking with hoes, they always change on me
  74. Sick and tired when you break on me
  75. Your tears are fake, you turned fake on me
  76. And honestly, you always say, "Shame on you, shame on me"
  77. What'd I do to deserve this? You always put the blame on me
  78. Well, shame on me, shame on me, uh
  79.  
  80. This shit a fucking homicide, you been on my fucking mind
  81. 'Cause honestly, I try and try, but I can't just seem to die
  82. And my mama told me, "Stay on yo' grind"
  83. Sometimes I don't wanna be alive
  84. Thinkin' of doin' a homicide
  85. Hoes been on my mind, prone to lies, yeah
  86.  
  87. Findin' a style, hard but worthwhile
  88. Do 'em like Nile, do 'em like Miles
  89. Won't go outta style, my words are so vile
  90. 911 you fucking dial, do they bitches like Kyle
  91. And there's blood on the floor tiles
  92. I just wanna see you smile, gotta swallow all my bile
  93. Hoes get riled up, fertile, and now they turnin' hostile
  94. My money fucking piles, and charges I'll file
  95. I'm awaitin' my trial, and I do 'em like Michael
  96. Been suicidal, and she rip out my vitals
  97. She said this ain't the final, fuck up my spinal
  98. Readin' the Bible, her love be my rival
  99. Homicidal, waitin' for your fucking arrival
  100. No chance of survival, yeah, she was my idol
  101. Now she in denial, it's a never ending cycle
  102. Shoot her ass with a rifle, mega trifle
  103. So much cash on me, I deserve the title
  104. Of King Worthwhile, I be on Tidal
  105. Shit, bitches wanna go viral, I'm gettin' in a never ending spiral
  106. Of denial, fucked up, got my harpoon
  107. Hoeslivin' in a cartoon, why we argue?
  108. Lil' bitch, I know who you are, dude
  109. I know what famous stars do
  110. And bitch, I know what my bars do
  111. And you know that my bars reach Venus, new cars, too
  112. Fucking with me? I'm on the bar stool, I left my mark, dude
  113. I get so much cash, I'ma mark you, leave some scars, too
  114. These hoes argue 'bout shit that don't matter
  115. Yeah, it's a disaster, pull up to the club with my fucking blaster
  116. So much shit but it do not matter, I can hear the laughter
  117. Climb up this ladder faster, yeah, I won't be captured
  118. So much anger, I master, this is the next chapter
  119. Ho, I am a rapper, got your whole world shattered
  120. There's no happy ever after, do it like a pastor
  121. Got you bruised and battered, a bastard
  122. Let's just gather and play would you rather?
  123. I'd rather kill bitches, kill witches, kill snitches
  124. My dick the biggest, growin' in inches, I miss this
  125. I miss it, I can't fix this, can't fix it, I did it, I did this
  126. Suicidal thoughts when I'm washin' the dishes
  127. Mama told me one day I'ma need stitches
  128. Ease the pain as I burn all my bridges
  129. I got so many unfufilled wishes
  130. Do you even love me? Or do you just want riches?
  131. And I was a wiz kid, dream of swimmin' with the fishes
  132. Just mind your business, for once in yo' life, just liston
  133. I saw your messages and your opinions
  134. Gon' live with this life I was given, that's how I live it
  135. That's how I'm livin', imprisoned in my mind, songs I've written
  136. So much raps, sip the lean while I'm sittin'
  137. I'm guilt ridden, though I keep it hidden
  138. Hoes be chickens, makin' bad decisions
  139. Hit with precision, I've been driven to suicide and prison
  140. 'Cause lil' bitch, you knew I'd die, but I've risen
  141. Yeah, yeah, I get visions that be vivid
  142. No limits, got me so addicted, got me lifted
  143. You're wicked, twisted and gifted
  144. Gotta stay committed, pockets fitted
  145. 2 Glocks, that's how you walk, you never pay no visits
  146. Got new 'Wok, I use up my minutes
  147. Got a new hawk, I be double digits, huh uh
  148. When I was six, bitch, I wanted to be a rich kid
  149. I was tired of the snitches, with their bitch whips
  150. They mamas had riches, they was always a rich bitch
  151. The bitches were trippin', maybe they've been sippin'
  152. Cash on me, death wishin', I been reminiscing
  153. You're a menace, my consciousness is slippin'
  154. I'm fadin', money flipping, uh huh
  155.  
  156. This shit a fucking homicide, you been on my fucking mind
  157. 'Cause honestly, I try and try, but I can't just seem to die
  158. And my mama told me, "Stay on yo' grind"
  159. Sometimes I don't wanna be alive
  160. Thinkin' of doin' a homicide
  161. Hoes been on my mind, prone to lies, yeah

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