New feets on the corner tryna keep that corpse clean
Dammit I was fourteen
Pushing pills an OG
If you ain't got the half a stack you owe me don't approach
Please
Matter fact leave the black label on my grave
Guess I'll only be remembered if I name my mistakes
Case fulla Jameson face in the sank
I don't want it
Liquor hit hard backhand with a gauntlet
Leaf me alone tryna rake in some profit
Pimp slapped the devil for it I'm the new prophet
Yung Soulja coolin' yeh I'm the new private
Honda Civic duties I'll be stickin' to the pilot
Keep my hands clean said I'm stickin' to the Pilate
Blood hot runnin' cold rewrite the climate
Where yo spine is?
If we beefin' then it's prime rib
Whoa
No show
I'm an old soul
My brother only livin' if his chest screamin' polo
Solo hung him by his chains yung killa
He was browsin' thru the fire n the flames Mozilla
Caught him Bug eyed bullet in his brain real thriller
N' I promise if I'm shootin' back my name Mike Miller
Screamin' like yo head empty
Please tell me why all the dead got yo chest heavy
Talkin' bout you street when you came up off of sesame
Lord tell me why it's no answers but they testin' me
Who tryna waste my time yeah
Hurry up n hit my line like uh yuh
Boy he so divine like uhyuh
Ain't he know no better
Shoot a go go getter for a dime like uhyuh
Wet him up needa Brawny onna dot
Gotta blast so Kamehameha
Oh na
Hadda aim low
For these pesos
Heard they martyred all ya tribe n left no gravestones
You chasing halos to off a payload
Just put the hammer to his head until its case closed
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New feets on the corner tryna keep that corpse clean
Dammit I was fourteen
Pushing pills an OG
If you ain't got the half a stack you owe me don't approach
Please
Matter fact leave the black label on my grave
Guess I'll only be remembered if I name my mistakes
Case fulla Jameson face in the sank
I don't want it
Liquor hit hard backhand with a gauntlet
Leaf me alone tryna rake in some profit
Pimp slapped the devil for it I'm the new prophet
Yung Soulja coolin' yeh I'm the new private
Honda Civic duties I'll be stickin' to the pilot
Keep my hands clean said I'm stickin' to the Pilate
Blood hot runnin' cold rewrite the climate
Where yo spine is?
If we beefin' then it's prime rib
Whoa
No show
I'm an old soul
My brother only livin' if his chest screamin' polo
Solo hung him by his chains yung killa
He was browsin' thru the fire n the flames Mozilla
Caught him Bug eyed bullet in his brain real thriller
N' I promise if I'm shootin' back my name Mike Miller
Screamin' like yo head empty
Please tell me why all the dead got yo chest heavy
Talkin' bout you street when you came up off of sesame
Lord tell me why it's no answers but they testin' me
Who tryna waste my time yeah
Hurry up n hit my line like uh yuh
Boy he so divine like uhyuh
Ain't he know no better
Shoot a go go getter for a dime like uhyuh
Wet him up needa Brawny onna dot
Gotta blast so Kamehameha
Oh na
Hadda aim low
For these pesos
Heard they martyred all ya tribe n left no gravestones
You chasing halos to off a payload
Just put the hammer to his head until its case closed
Dammit I was fourteen
Pushing pills an OG
If you ain't got the half a stack you owe me don't approach
Please
Matter fact leave the black label on my grave
Guess I'll only be remembered if I name my mistakes
Case fulla Jameson face in the sank
I don't want it
Liquor hit hard backhand with a gauntlet
Leaf me alone tryna rake in some profit
Pimp slapped the devil for it I'm the new prophet
Yung Soulja coolin' yeh I'm the new private
Honda Civic duties I'll be stickin' to the pilot
Keep my hands clean said I'm stickin' to the Pilate
Blood hot runnin' cold rewrite the climate
Where yo spine is?
If we beefin' then it's prime rib
Whoa
No show
I'm an old soul
My brother only livin' if his chest screamin' polo
Solo hung him by his chains yung killa
He was browsin' thru the fire n the flames Mozilla
Caught him Bug eyed bullet in his brain real thriller
N' I promise if I'm shootin' back my name Mike Miller
Screamin' like yo head empty
Please tell me why all the dead got yo chest heavy
Talkin' bout you street when you came up off of sesame
Lord tell me why it's no answers but they testin' me
Who tryna waste my time yeah
Hurry up n hit my line like uh yuh
Boy he so divine like uhyuh
Ain't he know no better
Shoot a go go getter for a dime like uhyuh
Wet him up needa Brawny onna dot
Gotta blast so Kamehameha
Oh na
Hadda aim low
For these pesos
Heard they martyred all ya tribe n left no gravestones
You chasing halos to off a payload
Just put the hammer to his head until its case closed
Writer: Benjamin Varughese
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