Letras
Thought I was dead
Don't call out for no medic
Thought it was a test
Keep that blick automatic
Got no trust
Pain on my heart
Feel heavy
Play dumb
Until they figure out
I'm just passing every minute
Every second
All the times
I had to fucking reminisce
It's a lost cause
You lash out?
It's a lost soul
(that bitch was a hoe)
Back to my roots (yeah)
I'm flipping the script
Been here before
It's a different bitch
Keep me unfazed
All of them lack the same shit
None of them Jane
But plain
Barter 16
Got like 4 albums unreleased
(yeah)
Cook it up with that formula
Hoodie on, close quarters
G19, MP5
Shoot up the room
From the studio
Going out fumes
Turning up speakers
Pouring up liquor
3, 4, 5 bodies on the ground
I can make my own hits
Underground
5, 9, 7 bodies on the ground
Too many to count
Got too many to count
Got too many-
(Got too many)
Thought I was dead
Don't call out for no medic
Thought it was a test
Put that semi automatic
Got no trust
Pain on my chrome heart
Feel heavy
Play dumb
Until they figure out
I'm just passing every minute
Every second
All the times
I had to fucking reminisce
Fucking crash out
It's a lost cause
Lash out
It's a lost soul