Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Note, artist - Lou The Human. Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Song language: English
Death Note |
| Yeah |
| Pew |
| Yeah, ayy |
| I was always ready though, Joe Pesci with the flow |
| Gettin' dome, home alone with ya ex, probably givin' chromosomes |
| Im just gettin' what I came for, yeah, I’m gone but I came more |
| Never home, that’s the gang, boy |
| I was waitin' in the wings, yeah |
| I been patient in this thing, yeah |
| Now I’m klepto with the flow-oh |
| I’m just takin' everything, yeah |
| They be hatin' on the kid, yeah |
| Makin' statements yo they sing, yeah |
| But they never hit a C-note, I just see notes with they name, damn |
| Why the fuck I go crazy? |
| yeah |
| Yo' girlfriend wanna date me, yeah |
| Doin' 80 in Mercedes yeah, they all dick ridin' now |
| Same people back then was tryna' play me, yeah |
| Fuck is y’all really sayin' to me? |
| Life’s a game and I’m playing for keeps |
| They pop shit but I’m prayin' we meet, yeah |
| 'Cause they talk a lot of shit I don’t see like that |
| Man, I don’t think that he like that? |
| How come he never come at me like that? |
| Since like '03, I rap |
| In the West street, where the heat got clapped |
| At Mike’s crib, ain’t have beats, like Mom I’ll be right back |
| Tryna be Mike Jack, tryna be like Hov, tryna be like Em |
| Tryna be like both, got two blonde twins so to me, that’s Olsen |
| Gotta ease back off him |
| Fore I bring that coffin |
| I don’t blink that often, got fire in my eyes |
| Got ash in my jeans, getting higher than the sky |
| A Mariah in the ride I’ll retire when I die, yeah |
| You put a sub on the Internet |
| I’ll fuck yo' bitch to The Internet |
| Was probably gettin' too intimate |
| I think I’m probably too into it |
| I think I’m actually crazy |
| This shit just not a gimmick, yeah |
| I do not know what a limit is |
| I go Picasso on every sketch |
| No I.D. |
| gave me advice, what’s the intention? |
| You gettin' attention or is you takin' your time? |
| But I do the race when I rhyme |
| I don’t see a stop sign, cannot stop firing, I’ma cock iron yeah |
| They don’t really want smoke, they’d probably choke |
| Tell 'em stop lyin', yeah |
| I’m a fever, no I’m Caesar, no a C4 |
| When I blow you gon' see four shadows of Hiroshim', dawg |
| I’m a Beamer, you a hoopty |
| Drop my old bitch, she a groupie |
| Still ten toes, two feet, down like a roofie |
| Got a round for a goofy, outta town, I feel loopy |
| I don’t sleep, I chase two dreams, mine and the whole team |
| No the home team, you a cheerleader |
| Bitch, I’m a career eater |
| I don’t even really care either, in the rap game now |
| And I still can’t find a peer if we measured by a fair meter |
| I been fuckin' all these hoes that frontin' they got amnesia now |
| But I don’t need her like I need more the Selena type |
| I’m just tryna pull up in the fur that get PETA tight, word |
| Flow disgusting, I’m sicker than drinkin' Robitussin |
| With lead in red soda cups and probably put a hole in stomachs |
| You already know who run it, rappers I been Cobra clutchin' |
| I never crack, shout out to Lamar but I don’t owe them nothing |
| I never left though, I’m lefty so at 27 if I see the front of Heaven |
| Tell 'em that I rep though, from the East to the West Coast |
| Anyone who want can get more |
| They know who the coldest |
| Bitch, I wrote this in a death note, yeah |