Snap
Yeah, Lethal Injektion
Crooked I
Yeah, it's hard to do the right thing
With them bumps on you here
Smelling like a night rain
Yeah I felt like burn their brakes
Manage it at nothing buses
Like I'm on that first flight mate
When I look around all I see
Is one of bees
Is wannabee
Need to better stop if you wanna breath
What these fuckers trying to get it
But they wanted free
Hawks messing all your bitches cause'
My papers turning green
Yeah and these fools trying to grab
When my met health with that linking me with the past
Yeah it just a simple fact
If you keep lying crossed
It's enough to make me snap
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it closing in
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it, I'm about you
Snap
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it changes nothing
You run out of the pressure
I'm about you
Snap
A broadcasting live from my James and bottle
Vermont or Colorado get in the paper is the motto
But no matter of our travel drama
Always wanna follow out
Woman lose my head
And I'm not sleepy hollow or horseman
I'll tell you beforehand
I got a short fuse
And nothing to lose like a poor man
Heavy on the booze like a pissed-off sports fan
And nursing a hangover
Need a lot, and I of course can
It ain't easy being Crooked minus RuffLife
Niggas wanna touch my brother
Wanna fuck my babe mother
And I'm supposed to were smile them in interviews
You couldnt walk a mile in Serenas's sneakers
Or even my tennis shoes
And the cops wanna make the pin my home quick
Tell the flexible homosexuals to suck their own dick
The Grim Reaper we can all go with him
Claustrophobic in the walls closing in
It's enough to make you, snap
You run out of pressure
I can feel it closing in
You run out of pressure
I can feel it, I'm about you
Snap
You run out of pressure
I can feel it changes nothing
You run out of pressure
I'm about you
Snap
Yeah
I'll take it to the next level
Life is like a heavy jacket calling full metal
What you see is what you get
Don't believe who was fucked at a bar
Right next to the little devils
Yeah
If you let them last tell it
You'll fall down bite dust them off
With the mother relics
But the truth is any interpretation
So I walk a fine line to turn my nation
Yeah
Keep my eyes on the facts
Do nothing bitches mouth
And they stab you in the back
If you walked in my shoes
No telling how you'd act
Make a same man crazy kind of makes you want to snap
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it closing in
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it, I'm about you
Snap
You run out of pressure
I can feel it changes nothing
You run out of pressure
I'm about you
Snap
Crooked I
Yeah, it's hard to do the right thing
With them bumps on you here
Smelling like a night rain
Yeah I felt like burn their brakes
Manage it at nothing buses
Like I'm on that first flight mate
When I look around all I see
Is one of bees
Is wannabee
Need to better stop if you wanna breath
What these fuckers trying to get it
But they wanted free
Hawks messing all your bitches cause'
My papers turning green
Yeah and these fools trying to grab
When my met health with that linking me with the past
Yeah it just a simple fact
If you keep lying crossed
It's enough to make me snap
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it closing in
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it, I'm about you
Snap
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it changes nothing
You run out of the pressure
I'm about you
Snap
A broadcasting live from my James and bottle
Vermont or Colorado get in the paper is the motto
But no matter of our travel drama
Always wanna follow out
Woman lose my head
And I'm not sleepy hollow or horseman
I'll tell you beforehand
I got a short fuse
And nothing to lose like a poor man
Heavy on the booze like a pissed-off sports fan
And nursing a hangover
Need a lot, and I of course can
It ain't easy being Crooked minus RuffLife
Niggas wanna touch my brother
Wanna fuck my babe mother
And I'm supposed to were smile them in interviews
You couldnt walk a mile in Serenas's sneakers
Or even my tennis shoes
And the cops wanna make the pin my home quick
Tell the flexible homosexuals to suck their own dick
The Grim Reaper we can all go with him
Claustrophobic in the walls closing in
It's enough to make you, snap
You run out of pressure
I can feel it closing in
You run out of pressure
I can feel it, I'm about you
Snap
You run out of pressure
I can feel it changes nothing
You run out of pressure
I'm about you
Snap
Yeah
I'll take it to the next level
Life is like a heavy jacket calling full metal
What you see is what you get
Don't believe who was fucked at a bar
Right next to the little devils
Yeah
If you let them last tell it
You'll fall down bite dust them off
With the mother relics
But the truth is any interpretation
So I walk a fine line to turn my nation
Yeah
Keep my eyes on the facts
Do nothing bitches mouth
And they stab you in the back
If you walked in my shoes
No telling how you'd act
Make a same man crazy kind of makes you want to snap
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it closing in
You run out of the pressure
I can feel it, I'm about you
Snap
You run out of pressure
I can feel it changes nothing
You run out of pressure
I'm about you
Snap
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Writer(s): Matthew Good, Jacob Robert Ryan
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