I pull up with a glock 9 and an auto 7
I'll shoot you 5 times wait make that 11
I'm going to hell so f*ck heaven
I'll kill you, your friend, the Deacon then the reveron
My niggas carry straps
My niggas got guns
So tell me where you at
We all just try to have fun
We bust your knee cap
You stupid ass bumb
All my guns got wraps
Nigga we won
I'm wearing the red
So f*ck the feds
You already dead
I got ya girl in this bed
But i had to dip to get this bread
Some day will be the day when our brains will rot away.
Same with our pain, and our suffering, and the demons inside my brain.
Follow paths that don't earn us, play with fire, that shit burn us.
Run right off the f*cking road, my brain just might explode.
Stress is what derails us, just wait until they nail us
To the cross of broken wishes. best get over all these bitches
Finding Meaning - Rot Away (feat. Lil Jay) Lyrics
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I pull up with a glock 9 and an auto 7
I'll shoot you 5 times wait make that 11
I'm going to hell so f*ck heaven
I'll kill you, your friend, the Deacon then the reveron
My niggas carry straps
My niggas got guns
So tell me where you at
We all just try to have fun
We bust your knee cap
You stupid ass bumb
All my guns got wraps
Nigga we won
I'm wearing the red
So f*ck the feds
You already dead
I got ya girl in this bed
But i had to dip to get this bread
Some day will be the day when our brains will rot away.
Same with our pain, and our suffering, and the demons inside my brain.
Follow paths that don't earn us, play with fire, that shit burn us.
Run right off the f*cking road, my brain just might explode.
Stress is what derails us, just wait until they nail us
To the cross of broken wishes. best get over all these bitches
I'll shoot you 5 times wait make that 11
I'm going to hell so f*ck heaven
I'll kill you, your friend, the Deacon then the reveron
My niggas carry straps
My niggas got guns
So tell me where you at
We all just try to have fun
We bust your knee cap
You stupid ass bumb
All my guns got wraps
Nigga we won
I'm wearing the red
So f*ck the feds
You already dead
I got ya girl in this bed
But i had to dip to get this bread
Some day will be the day when our brains will rot away.
Same with our pain, and our suffering, and the demons inside my brain.
Follow paths that don't earn us, play with fire, that shit burn us.
Run right off the f*cking road, my brain just might explode.
Stress is what derails us, just wait until they nail us
To the cross of broken wishes. best get over all these bitches
Writer: Jadin Winkelman, Travis Blomer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid