Kiid Perky - Luna Lyrics

Damn I don't know what the f*ck to do with my life ya know
Huh
Nigga just wanna be famous
F*ck it nigga
Let's go
Murdered children and burning buildings
I'm so concealed to feel the f*cking feeling of filling a nigga with holes and bullets
Shit bestowed to Me
Sitting in the corner with fear welding a rosary
Brother was killed by a piece of steel will the gun now focus me?
Talk bout death so hopelessly
In my mind I feel the pain that really no one else can see
Maybe when I die, I'll escape the pain inside
But I'll gladly get gun downed before I ever suicide
Get down
(Silly nigga, silly nigga)
Get down
(Silly nigga, silly nigga)
Get down
(Mark ass nigga, mark ass nigga)
Get down
Ay
Motherf*ckers on a level
Where his mind could haunt the devil
Change the game and flip the page and pull the strings just like gepetto
And I'll protect my Lois lane I'm so insane I f*cking guess so
What you fight for?
I fight for nights where I never have to resign to NyQuil
I fight for a life where I write to stand beside my idols
I fight to bless my family
I fight for my own sanity
I fight for your bitch dripping My dick like it was a can of beans
Ay ay
So peep my flows, you could be hoes just tippy toe in my living room
I give It to em, she Think she knew it, dick just like that blunt she blew it
Don't talk that shit my gun will do it
Your MCM your running to him
Put a pistol down his esophagus
For talking shit Make that nigga suffer through it
Give that nigga gun influence
A mark ass nigga feared the trigger
Dropped his balls still talking bigger
Nigga hiding from violence in private
With guards beside him
Thinking he's "desperado"
But swallowed the hollows like a thot in a Silverado
I'll be an intricate lyricist, these "lil "rappers are fearing this
Leave them dead with no witnesses
F*cking buried within my piss
Ima show you my sentences
Like my verses and felonies
You will never compare to me
Rest In Peace my grandpa, In the Stars
Must've caught that cancer, from the foreign cars
Life ain't got no answers, were just left to rot
Brother buried after, suicidal thoughts
We're just left to rot, suicidal thoughts
Spit the master flow, taking adder-all
Never batter full
Eat up all of y'all
Like I'm "azothoth", nigga that's a god
Painting the picture I'm an infinitive figure
Gripping this pen I won't linger
One day my mind Will grow bigger beyond the minds of a killer
Drug dealers and villains sipping that damn penicillin
Tryna listen to their intuition
Hoping I don't end up in a prison
Drugs, guns, deaths, what we all f*cking lived with
Look how all that shit has affected your children
There's a hole in our heart but the drugs cannot heal it
Get down
(Silly nigga, silly nigga)
Get down
(Silly nigga, silly nigga)
Get down
(Mark ass nigga, mark ass nigga)
Get down
Rest In Peace my grandpa, In the Stars
Must've caught that cancer, from the foreign cars
Life ain't got no answers, were just left to rot
Brother buried after, suicidal thoughts
We're just left to rot, suicidal thoughts