Letras
Wig spilt, come and get your wig split
On a mission, all up in my business
Yeah, yeah Come and get your wig split
You ain't bout your business, Thinkin' that I was one
Yeah, you on the death list, Oh no, I cannot ever go and be missed
If I'm up in my grave I know damn well that my soul will be safe by the end
I can't go now, This is just the intro, yeah, you could hear it on out
You can hear it on out, Yeah, you can hear it on out
Yeah, you can hear it on out, Yeah, you can hear it on out
And I cannot be the one to have doubt, All up in my damn heart
Thinkin' that I could go and restart, All up on my own again
Thinkin' that I'm recording all up on my damn tones
As I'm goin' all up all alone, In my own town
I gotta leave this bitch now
They all knowin ToDeep in the fuckin grave now
They don't believe when they see me in they eyes
They think that I'm just a walkin' ghost But you could really know that
I was to do the mutherfuckn most at the damn end
Thinkin' that I was the one to, yeah I was playin' fuckin' pretend
I can never go out of my way now
Just to be able to lose my fuckin mental to whatever I gotta live up to
Thinkin' that I'm brand new
Nah you know damn well that I'ma really come on fuckin' through
When I gotta do this once again
They gon' want me fuckin' dead
My head up out on that damn platter
Yeah, you know damn well
I gotta climb the damn ladder, To the top
Till the day I go, yeah, I don't think I'm gonna drop