Lyrics
Death
I woke up and I felt like death
In fact I feel like I've never slept
Black three piece on a kevlar vest
I look like death
Excalibur the long nose and it smells success
Y'all just boomers, can't handle tech
Head to head
It's gon hit like
DEATH
Man moves like Icarus
Thinks he's fly
Till I dust his wings
And bring him down to size
Make him run them things he wears
Jack his style
But don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
I'm a man of culture, lifestyle British
Bust the tool, but keep the pinkies lifted
Wipe my shoes before your door gets kicked in
I'm the
Top of the classes, I aced the metrics
Fuck asymetrics, all lame aesthetics
I'll cave their head in
If man come stepping at my tryna wave a weapon
I'm facing death in several ways
Every day
Two bad bitches resonate
Hold a mag in Pat, slip a clip in Liz
Cus I'm about to let em spray
BRRT
You see me pulling up in that black and white
Put that - to his face now he acting right
Death gon shoot from the cannon so say goodnight
Cus these bullets connecting like satellite
They ain't ever gon know bout this kind of life
Turn his soul into fragments don't need a scythe
Let my 9s eat his soul fill they appetite
Try me wrong then i'm doing it out of spite
Grim reaper status the cannons I grab em and I execute
If you want smoke then im popping fasho if you finna come thru
I gotta stick by my side like rick when it flair it go woo
Told em i earned my stripes, real shinigami im the truth
Nah fuck that
I never play for a run back
I've been there, done that
Paid my dues, now I'm taking the funds back
Flagrant youth hear the gun clap
Play my tunes, make 'em run that