| You woke up this morning
|
| Not knowing blood will be on your garmits,
|
| Hour glasses and informants
|
| Look that’s crawling down your harness,
|
| See them demons and them omens staring at you
|
| Mind control they want your soul
|
| And then your rolling with them just know where you going,(hellbound)
|
| Twelve rounds came out that 4,
|
| 5, look up to see 25 that’s alot,(let's rewind)
|
| When you pulled up on them 6's bust a pistol busting
|
| bitches nigga’s looking suspicious load em' up while
|
| you,(switching switching)
|
| Hungry enough to come and get you,
|
| Hope the gun is coming with you,
|
| Gonna have to shoot it out or shoot infront (won't pitch em')
|
| Time is now you wasn’t focused you seemed up like you had posted,
|
| No tags it was stolen and then it was murder motives,
|
| Blink of a eye you looking right at yo demise as they
|
| hopping out they gonna ride
|
| It’s a homicide on yo life,
|
| The coldest thing you didn’t see and now you laying there bleeding
|
| Hopeness they keep out your weakness and now you hope to see light,
|
| See out of my body’s where they
|
| want me, they think they can catch me slipping they
|
| want me, so I sleep with one eye open,
|
| cause you never know when you wake up and you’re gone,
|
| Now the doctors they operating pumping
|
| your heart infront of yo momma yo dogs
|
| If you don’t make it you gone,
|
| On the way to the trauma center
|
| They taking to long swerving in and out of traffic
|
| yo mamma tell you,(hold on)
|
| Your bodies filled up with holes
|
| You feel your body getting colder smelling that death
|
| in the air the reaper waiting for your soul,
|
| While your fighting for your struggling to get some
|
| air yeah, when that line flat then it’s a tag on yo toe,
|
| As your soul start to travel out your flesh you see
|
| yourself lying on that gurney all bloody buddy it’s a mess,
|
| Wish the best upon your flesh
|
| But your flesh might be dissapointed,
|
| Pray to god that you anointed while awaiting your op union,
|
| While he pointing in that waiting room
|
| Going through the motions all the screaming and comotion
|
| As they split yo body open,
|
| for the surgery and accertainly as seems that it’s
|
| over better pray that you hold over,
|
| Call your bloods how you was potent,
|
| I said maybe cause your safety is for certain out your hands,
|
| Not your momma not your daddy not your girl not your mans,
|
| None can save you hope they play you in a memory when you fly,
|
| You made but your ligaments ain’t alive
|
| Wish you had died
|
| Threatining messages punk
|
| got ahold of my voicemail,
|
| Plotting and planning damaging, on giving this boy hell,
|
| Hopped off of my boy hell,
|
| Man I hope they enjoy shells,
|
| Dropped, all up on they property gotta get cist when this toy yell,
|
| Nigga I ain’t dying just cause you jealous
|
| I’m gettin' relish and I sell it my shit developed
|
| So well that a deaf view can tell it,
|
| I smell it he femalish roll up cause his gal I nail it spell it,
|
| B-i-t-c-h but killa’s wit' a sells pitch,
|
| I’m gonna be dropping chopping alotta of body’s gonna dropping from this,
|
| Never gonna be another motherfucka fucking living in
|
| my land will wanna be talking some shit,
|
| Cause I got kids niggas,
|
| And I do it big nigga
|
| But for the safety of my babies crazy now look what I done did nigga,
|
| Hop off my tour bus in your town I’ma scope you out,
|
| Hoping that I find you when I hear that shit that you spoke about, l
|
| Like I’m goin' feel shit,
|
| Like it’s gonna be a real hit,
|
| But you’re just like that chick that gave you my number a little bitch,
|
| Been in your town over and over you still absent,
|
| And I do meet n greets, nigga you fo’real acting,
|
| I’m sick of yo ill yapping you gonna get your grill blackend,
|
| That’s from the steel clapping that’s 5'6 vill rapping
|
| it will happen, bitch! |