Letras
Eye for an eye, I been working like a 9-5
Tryna keep the head high and I'm gone by the fire
Stripped at the finish line
Got a couple hoes and we bending ties
I'm bending lies and spending time, rolling up a faggot rapper and then I dine
My policy a crime, at a colosseum see Pablo with his dozen wives
Add a lil powder like 80's jive, with a gump no forest in line
My construct divine, I'm done dining with the lies and bastards alike
Bashed through tides, this is lyrical wine, come easy like I'm doing exercise
Fuck rappers i hope y'all actually die, take a lil
cyanide say sayonara
No "see ya tomorrow!"
Ima keep fighting till y'all drown in sorrow
Tryna see Prodigy fall like hoping for God to bother
To call and kill the horrors and fears you swallow
I'm out here chilling with hollows, smoke a Ichi, type to make ya go and blow ya nose
I'm risky to follow, still I'll make a bitch sick if they try to hit my motto