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i shoot all number with the gun
the bullets are flying no more fun
time to get bread no more buns
i shoot all number with the gun
the bullets are flying no more fun
time to get bread no more buns
bitch, imma faster where you gonna run?
forgive me for what i’ve done
not even days and not even months
i’m the worst nightmare never stop the hunt
hope you’ll get better hope you’ll getting fine
back to the day when i killed the beat
like a mothafucking jason
be the fucking trouble when i put the gun
on my syllables, rap is my prison
man i keep dealing with the devil
tried to be humble as a person
you got Ace on the track man
today is your lesson
(man I said get away)....where you gonna run when my rhymes keep moving up?
fuck with the system i’m sorry for being
a trouble but it makes me leaving up
(man I said get away)...where you gonna hide from my flows when it’s blowing up? put the gun on your head and i boutta make you die cause i’m a lyricist i will hit’em up
finally back to the lyrics nobody can defeat me and i guess you getting sick when i fuck with the industry talk about chemistry back to my journey i dont give a shit when i fight for the legacy
hah...you know i’m sayin’?
i boutta reload the gun, make a shoot someday you’ll listen to me
back on my bulshit. these people are joking how could you said that you better than me? (not today bitch)
music is dirty my rhymes getting horny
such a good ability fuck with the industry
demon’s got some playlist from me
there’s no woman can distract my shit even if you asked me to choose between Nicki and Cardi
not even double and not even triple
ya’ll guys are got no point since i came in the table so please be humble man
so please be humble you got Ace on the deck, so welcome to ur funeral
i shoot all number with the gun
the bullets are flying no more fun
time to get bread no more buns
bitch, imma faster where you gonna run?
forgive me for what i’ve done
not even days and not even months
i’m the worst nightmare never stop the hunt
hope you’ll get better hope you’ll getting fine
rap with no mercy
y’all getting envy
fuck with your trophy
that’s ain’t enough for me
i was your tragedy
i might be your enemy
i might be your destiny
what do you want me to be?
bitch i’m a pennywise, you go back to Derry
don’t you look at the mirror, i’m sitting with bloody mary
i’m about to kill you this time, write your name on my diary
pouring your blood on the paper it’s my salary
louis vuitton, Gucci, Prada i said “fuck your drama
no more flex, all your outfits make you looks like Diva
better say hi to new comer, raise me up like simba
don’t you flirt me like a Mia man i’m not Khalifa”
i’m on my way to the playlist
you’re on the way to the deadlist
got the fucking aim i’m just doesn’t missed
you’re just like a shooting star when i make a wish
i shoot all number with the gun
the bullets are flying no more fun
time to get bread no more buns
bitch, imma faster where you gonna run?
forgive me for what i’ve done
not even days and not even months
i’m the worst nightmare never stop the hunt
hope you’ll get better hope you’ll getting fine
