Kushion KUT

Say they keep it raw, I prefer the blunt though I want all the Fronto, bring it to your front door Shooters for the green, call them Rondo On my Graham-Bell, Alejandro I had to finesse Tyson Gay, I’m running up a check Now I’m getting all this fake love and respect I forgive my enemies, but don’t forget No, I don’t forget I’m hoping that you see this Now they tell me I’m a genius But the other day they said I wouldn’t be shit Used to fight them, now I party with my demons Boy, I turned into a heathen Used to wonder who would murder for no reason Now I’m on a killing spree, killa season Say they keep it raw, I prefer the blunt though I want all the Fronto, bring it to your front door Last bitch was a shooter like LeBron though, yeah On my Graham-Bell, Alejandro But not no more You loved, I left, we lost The price to pay, I paid the cost Diverge the blame I caught Scrutinized, crucified, like I’m nailed to the cross I’m hoping that you see this Now they tell me I’m a genius But the other day they said I wouldn’t be shit Used to fight them, now I party with my demons Boy, I turned into a heathen Used to wonder who would murder for no reason Now I’m on a killing spree, killa season