Lyrics
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Taste the fury of the black fist
Truly giving bars like the jury do the black kids
This ain't a game boys, purely for the practice
I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic
They love to bring a nigga up and blast him
Blind him with the flash, take some pictures of the crash
Put him in the past, he looks handsome in a casket
I won't be a stat, consequences of your actions
Attacking, I'm a fallen angel, my descent is from the heavens
My whippin' is impending, then the blood is ever reverence
The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits
In only words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence
But I'm no Messiah, I was hired by the most high
To come inspire and breath fire on these false gods
Destroy empires through the wire while you're so high
Cause I'm not a writer, I'm a choir filled with coke lines
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shootin' star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shootin' star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Bars are sent, stars are ending, this is Armageddon
Songs are gettin' blown, to call my squad ‘cause I’m the terrorist
I spark attention cause I'm smart and darts [?]
I'm from the gospel, when I talk it must be condescending