K N A 9

Walkin down I keep my guard up, bring it up on my side Keepin the score, ringing up four of us Putting they god down, singing ya byes I'm creepin in scoped, sinking down, torture Can't take no more, fuckin look at my eye We too deep, there's no hope, string up disorders In order to get what you want, you still getting denied like Up in my path, well you better step off, get back Why you think ya better off, thats cap End up witta wetter cough, read off red flags Pissed off, gone mad, why you linkin up sad Which block we gon catch We gon fool em into thinkin that they god, big stretch You aint motherfuckin king Runnin' when I hear the knock, big glock, big flex In the box what's next, you be running out of things to say Say you want it, going beyond it Tracking back the shit you said, wont own it Reading ya note, my back grows cold It snap like it old, got the mac reloading Bliss in my nose, with a tec, unload See the sitch in the moment now you watch it unfold Got his kicks, n a coat, and a gat, dethroned I can never tell a soul, I ain't got no trust no more Bloody black fit, spin it for the one time Keep cut in the city for a fun time Looking both ways 'fore I'm takin off ya head Look into the eyes of what you're pretty sure is death Look into the blade ya gonna be the one to get it Bitches in the way, they finna get in feetle till they dead Get cut, eat lead, now ya visibly red I been runnin' from a demon thats been coming at my head Big bucks, full of dread, bitches tied up on the bed How ya never motherfuckin understandin what I meant Better duck, from the west, what the f*ck is your intent Keep on runnin, never gunnin, comin up into the end like Yuh bitch, runnin up into my ends Dealin with a voice, can never get it out my head I run this clique, better get up out my face I gun this joint, feelin funny like a ten Feelin like god with a glock in the face I'm keepin her ghosted like I seen it at 10 bitch Can't be simple, see my taste Run my blade bitch, cuttin yo waist Keep up with the pace bitch, really wanna race it Better get him the f*ck out my face One more glass, keep it filled How do you hate when I'm up in the mils Done my pass, keep it a bill Out my hit list, in my feels Hidin my past, take my pill Lie to the baddie but go for the kill 'Hind my back, he come for the thrill Whip out the mac and I go for the kill When the moon shines, stars light up and put you in mind Got the two nines, five bullets but deemed suicide Always two sides, believin with a closed mind Take a few lives, do something to put you in mind With a kiss on the lips, that pussy be put aside Hollow tips, chrome blicks, yuh look at who boutta cry Sorry clicks, smoke sticks, how would you rather die Puttin up with the fallen and weakened or get a rope thats tied