Dead Meat

Let you tell it I plotted on you Been had the drop on you Been coulda dumped on you Knots in my pockets I coulda been put a lump on you Shells in the pump for you Just talked to God He said he ain’t got no room for you I let you live to see what u did wit the money You ain’t even play me You really played wit ya life You aint even play wit yours Really you played wit wife’s You really played wit ya kids Really you messing up biz Really you fucking up lives Telling these tales n these lies Really misleading the guys Really snake in disguise You must be ready to die The thoughts is heavy on minds Not really heavy on mine Imagine stepping for the last time Foot on land mine Your Mind blown your mom crying What’s mine is mine And what’s yours is mine forever They wanna resolve it I don’t dissolve issues Niggas want all the smoke this here is all missiles I’m too official for the whistle don’t even need a pistol Get you blew And blown back Have ya whole home wrecked Have whole soul snatched make own bros rat heard you got the neck froze I break yo whole froze neck Keep the heat on me make these niggas have cold sweat You niggas dead meat Wit a heart beat How you mark me These niggas dead beats Cuz i killed em my heart steep