Homicide (Remix)

Listen Can you wash the blood off of me? I just did something really fucked up Too many nights – and too many bottles They smell it on me at the Interviews Thinking I'm bulletproof do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do – yo I don't Think it through Call it the winter blues Calling me crazy Im needing an institiute Yah I'm the Living proof Snacking on rappers and spitting em back on a track I treat every beat like its Dinner food Give him the Mic bruh he's holding his own They all saying Wow like I post with malone Its easy to lie when its lie when its over the phone Setting up traps like you're home and alone Dabble in real and Emotional tones Flying to gigs in Boca Raton – The loving the boy – he stuck in the zone A Glock in my mind way it flow from my dome But F*ck that Tired of the Gun Raps Done with the young cats Errybody done that No Fun fact – Its easy to think you the bestest Flexin on snap bout yo weekend expenses Oh matta fact I don't need yo investments Cuz Oh batta batta ya I swing for the fences Giving all my haters time to run around Hand em L's and they just Want Another Round I'm Down to f*ck around I'm Down to f*ck around Rollercoaster way Im Down and Up around Wooh - Ha No mistaking – ima take it I'm the greatest no debating You goliath I been David And yo Style is hella dated How the hell you getting famous When you nothing but a basic You Spitting and its wasted I wouldn't trade the places Nah Never gotta hit em with the Chika Slim Shady Never had a written that been feeling real Lazy Hit em with the hooks and I give em hits daily Sink em with the flows that be feeling real wavy Like Woah Woah I'm Killing em Beats like a Homicide Woah Woah I'm Killing em Beats like a Homicide