August 12th
Yeah first time I wanted murder
Mind stretched out on edge
Fear and anger linger to ledge
But I'm too
I'm too
I'm too
Nice for hatred
Size of hat trick
Mom tears on the mattress
Cause of a, choice she played with
Wanting a daughter
But a empty soul,she laid with
A already broken home
Depressing, thoughts of mine
Would Rome
A product
Dealing product
Just to crack some figures
Finding attraction, to false founding
Fathers
Couldnt cry, me a damn river
Now she finding happiness in
This nigga after my father
Taking over and, then slowly abusing her
My blood rising unmeasured, huh
Shit you really shoulda seen me bruh!
Fist clenched
Pissed since
I seen you
Walk this earth
I lost my home, by your influence
So I'm dreaming of murder
A loaded clip, from old boy
Down the way
Waited for mama
Night shift of the day
Call up the uber
To make this shit clean
Blast his head
Blast his leg
Make this nigga, see the red
This for mama
Every insult, all the drama
And If I let my demons tell it
Let the hammer sing
But I know just because
I listened to the Clipse
My heart is about no malice
Now this is no longer
One of my dreams
A tale of a good hearted
Person taking it, to the extremes
Fuck it the ends
Justify can't believe that I
Once trusted
Once idolized
Instead you came, to just fraternized
Fucked around
And then just dip
Heavy 45, with the intent
Laying my on lap,and shit
And I'm mumbling
Bridge-once shot
Straight blazing
One clip
Bang laces
Chip a nigga down
With clip on my hip
Police tipped
Parked and bent
Ain't no time
Ain't no space
Tears swelling, down face
Set my mama, free at last
Bend don't break
I been in this
Po po speeding
Windows tinted
Sloppy measures
I made
I guess
Suspicious behavior
Fuck honor thy neighbor
Ready to make the 45 song bruh
To tell you truth
My heart ain't for the loot
But struggle with passion
And crime
And nigga this is exact, what happens
The handcuffs with crying reaction
All caused by 45 blasting
Trigger finger on
Rubber grip magnum
Until the police crash in
And I ain't no better than nigga
Shit it figures
One shot straight blazing
One clip bang laces
One shot straight blazing
One clip bang laces
One shot straight blazing
One clip bang laces
First time I wanted murder, mind stretched out on edge
Fear and anger to the ledge
But I'm too
I'm too
I'm too
Ok first time I wanted murder mind
Stretched out on edge fear and anger
To the ledge but I'm too
I'm too
I'm too
Mind stretched out on edge
Fear and anger linger to ledge
But I'm too
I'm too
I'm too
Nice for hatred
Size of hat trick
Mom tears on the mattress
Cause of a, choice she played with
Wanting a daughter
But a empty soul,she laid with
A already broken home
Depressing, thoughts of mine
Would Rome
A product
Dealing product
Just to crack some figures
Finding attraction, to false founding
Fathers
Couldnt cry, me a damn river
Now she finding happiness in
This nigga after my father
Taking over and, then slowly abusing her
My blood rising unmeasured, huh
Shit you really shoulda seen me bruh!
Fist clenched
Pissed since
I seen you
Walk this earth
I lost my home, by your influence
So I'm dreaming of murder
A loaded clip, from old boy
Down the way
Waited for mama
Night shift of the day
Call up the uber
To make this shit clean
Blast his head
Blast his leg
Make this nigga, see the red
This for mama
Every insult, all the drama
And If I let my demons tell it
Let the hammer sing
But I know just because
I listened to the Clipse
My heart is about no malice
Now this is no longer
One of my dreams
A tale of a good hearted
Person taking it, to the extremes
Fuck it the ends
Justify can't believe that I
Once trusted
Once idolized
Instead you came, to just fraternized
Fucked around
And then just dip
Heavy 45, with the intent
Laying my on lap,and shit
And I'm mumbling
Bridge-once shot
Straight blazing
One clip
Bang laces
Chip a nigga down
With clip on my hip
Police tipped
Parked and bent
Ain't no time
Ain't no space
Tears swelling, down face
Set my mama, free at last
Bend don't break
I been in this
Po po speeding
Windows tinted
Sloppy measures
I made
I guess
Suspicious behavior
Fuck honor thy neighbor
Ready to make the 45 song bruh
To tell you truth
My heart ain't for the loot
But struggle with passion
And crime
And nigga this is exact, what happens
The handcuffs with crying reaction
All caused by 45 blasting
Trigger finger on
Rubber grip magnum
Until the police crash in
And I ain't no better than nigga
Shit it figures
One shot straight blazing
One clip bang laces
One shot straight blazing
One clip bang laces
One shot straight blazing
One clip bang laces
First time I wanted murder, mind stretched out on edge
Fear and anger to the ledge
But I'm too
I'm too
I'm too
Ok first time I wanted murder mind
Stretched out on edge fear and anger
To the ledge but I'm too
I'm too
I'm too
Credits
Writer(s): De'von Bostick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.