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
K. Luci - Kushion KUT Lyrics
K. Luci - Kushion KUT Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: DeSean Carter, Yuuta Aoki
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