Letras
I used to think I was the one
Bitch I ain't special
That ego why I came undone
Yung cutta the one w the gun
Smoking on roaches
You rodents
Get buried for fun
Bury the snitches
Burning they bodies
Hang up the cops
And cut up all the Nazis
World full of proxies
World full of liars
Willful desire
That's fuel to the fire
A sedative sits in my stomach in public
2 shots a second, beat of my drumming
Feet get to running they dance when I'm coming
Grams of narcotics, bitch I ain't plugging
Gun to my head
Tell god that I'm coming
We ain't be speaking
Cause that shit mean nothing
Gun on waist
Clips get to Buzzin
Wet this bitch up
Banana republic
Knots in my stomach
That's big ups to left
Step to the 7
You ending up dead
Could of been anyone
I want instead
I became someone whose better off dead
Im better off dead
Take one to the head
Bullets they flyin
leavin you wet
Fuck your whole set
I shoot like ima vet
I iced out my wrist
Looks at the burgets
Im training you haters they thinkin im ash
Stay blockin my way
Then die from a blast
Imm not the one
Whos made outa glass
Break yo whole shit
Leave you in a cast
Im goin im goin im goin all in
You know my team in for the win
I been locked up ive seen the whole pin
The Drink and wax its makin me spin
Sayin you hard but not with the kin
The barrel release all of my sins
Bad litte shawty she swalled my kids
Fuck all the ops they dyin like pigs
Do it again and its back to the bridge
Dump all the bodies put em in a ditch
This is what happens when u act a snitch
She riddin my broom she thinks shes witch
Bagged me a baddy she lilo like stich
Lifes is a game i play with no glich
You think its hard u just a bitch
I think im better off dead no need to exist