Lxxiv - Room 921 Lyrics

I've seen his body move, I've seen his body twitch
His heart is black, and he's mad he will not repent
His mind is ridden with hate but it won't set him back
Needs love needs attention it's like f*cking crack

We all got problems in our brain ready to attack
We all fall but in the end we gotta bounce back
Ive seen you riding with some demons in your Cadillac
Don't lack keep a gat in your backpack

Me and my homies stay strapped it's a f*ckin fact
So if you run up you get done up we gon smoke you fast
If any rapper wanna test we gon bust yo ass
That goes for you 52 (Esco) you a f*ckin fag

I want static bitch
Lemme have it bitch
I wanna end yo f*ckin life with a hatchet bitch
So imma run up on yo block with a ratchet bitch
AND IMMA DUMP MY FUCKING CLIPS AT THE MAGGOT BITCH

I'm tired of these f*ckin rappers always testing us
They ain't shit and they know it man it's been discussed
Bragging bout ur f*cking numbers that I've been crushed
My shit doubled in the time it took you to catch up

You aint making money bitch and ive seen ur f*cking stats and ur across the board shit
Claim you made $500 thats so motherf*cking dumb
Only 500 you got was from this motherf*cking drum

Came with no chill, taking souls but if i cant my homie (Black Starr) Starr will
He outta state but he real so he gon come to kill
You aint got labels on ur line you aint gon make no deal
So quit cappin for the gram or we gon make you squeal

Welcome to room 921
Make you f*ckin run you aint got no f*ckin gun
This glizzy hit hard like a motherf*cking drum
Run up on yo ass get to stomping then im gone

My AR15 shoot 5.56, it came with a scope you know I don't miss
My clip is loaded with hollow tips that rip off yo wig and buss up yo lip

I'm all in yo house I'm breaking the rules
If you not there I'll hit up yo school
I can bet, I'll take ur life cause I grip a tool and you grip a knife