Alright you leave me no choice
I never thought you hold that against me now
But I think I understand now why you don't want me to get out of here
I'm not just one person to you am I?
I'm a symbol of everything you fear will destroy you
Yeah I'm the new king of the shit
My script over runneth
Dark tunnels rhymes sputter
Mind muddy vine gutter, Breathe!
Catch fatigue from a dark street blade runner
My Beats Made In Summer
Sit in thought like a confused plumber
Bang them pipes night after midnight slumber
Don't come up here with that weak shit
Biting niggas teeth-less
Spineless, you built your life on mine and I digest
Thought for food Crow's nest
Proposed threats candid
You couldn't land in those Timberlands I stand in
It's true I hold Cannon
Sharp Ruby Diamond advances
Got me buying out the gun show
Assorted flavor damage
Began in gun Rule now run Detroit Barry Sanders
Of this rap shit
Nigga get your motherfucking cameras
Cuz a made nigga back with an axe and a hammer
While I chisel words, BMI tax for my grammar
Roberta Flacks wax on the panel
New Motown Vision the ammo
Black day apparel
Plus that rock paper denim for around the way Heroes
What's up?
Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
Ayo fake niggas come around and leave before the show
I scoop up ten bills my face had a glow
Erase black clouds with that green smoke I blow
When the needle to the wax, I shoot 'em up Clive O
Derail ya whole plot a few steps ahead of foe
And what you know not, the autopsy won't show
Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
I think I understand now why you don't want me to get out of here
You'll never want me to get out of here
You think I'm your enemy!
It's all something purely personal now
Between him and me

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): JUSTIN DANTE CROSS