Killgrave
Super-villain chilling never worried about you little children
Thinking you giants, a bunch of Stewie griffins
I been picking skillets to simply attack your skull
Turn the burner and cook up a fucking vision
Precision is My forte, 2.3 forty
Fastest nigga in the fucking trenches
Guess I'm naughty by nature
Beast release to the streets defeats any elite
The dream team consumed by my anger
Dealing with the rage, nigga where's my neighbor
Wish I had a better suited life, where's my tailor
Waivers get signed, cause I can't trust these fakers know they designed to end my life
Fuck it, what a huge fail
Now I'm in hell
Mask my pain, mask my fears
Hate the rain, make me sad
My soul too dank, too much sauce
Too much game, I can't complain
I won't change, save that world
Grab your cape, I'll just dance
Burn some tree, throw the Jay
Watch the world burn again, up my rank
Fuck it to be frank I been dangerous
Killing noise, burning capes, taking names
I been speaking volumes, through my whips & chains
Hope you feel my reign, but lord please don't let it rain
Cause I might overdose, on emotions I can't control
It's just to easy just to hide it, to mortify it
So the bigger I get, I just decide to
Mask my pain, mask my fears
Hate the rain, make me sad
My soul too dank, too much sauce
Too much game, I can't complain
I won't change, I won't change
No I won't change
Super villain side chick, in my comments
Know that she can ride it, should I dig inside it
Goddamn right, you know I would
Goddamn right, you know I should
Got that main, but she look good
Plus I just overdosed, on my insecurities
It's just to easy just to hide it
Tried to stop it, tried to clear my conscious
But decided I got
Too much sauce, way too much
Too much sauce, too much sauce
Nigga I got too much sauce, too much game
Too much sauce, too much sauce
Soul too dank, too much sauce
Thinking you giants, a bunch of Stewie griffins
I been picking skillets to simply attack your skull
Turn the burner and cook up a fucking vision
Precision is My forte, 2.3 forty
Fastest nigga in the fucking trenches
Guess I'm naughty by nature
Beast release to the streets defeats any elite
The dream team consumed by my anger
Dealing with the rage, nigga where's my neighbor
Wish I had a better suited life, where's my tailor
Waivers get signed, cause I can't trust these fakers know they designed to end my life
Fuck it, what a huge fail
Now I'm in hell
Mask my pain, mask my fears
Hate the rain, make me sad
My soul too dank, too much sauce
Too much game, I can't complain
I won't change, save that world
Grab your cape, I'll just dance
Burn some tree, throw the Jay
Watch the world burn again, up my rank
Fuck it to be frank I been dangerous
Killing noise, burning capes, taking names
I been speaking volumes, through my whips & chains
Hope you feel my reign, but lord please don't let it rain
Cause I might overdose, on emotions I can't control
It's just to easy just to hide it, to mortify it
So the bigger I get, I just decide to
Mask my pain, mask my fears
Hate the rain, make me sad
My soul too dank, too much sauce
Too much game, I can't complain
I won't change, I won't change
No I won't change
Super villain side chick, in my comments
Know that she can ride it, should I dig inside it
Goddamn right, you know I would
Goddamn right, you know I should
Got that main, but she look good
Plus I just overdosed, on my insecurities
It's just to easy just to hide it
Tried to stop it, tried to clear my conscious
But decided I got
Too much sauce, way too much
Too much sauce, too much sauce
Nigga I got too much sauce, too much game
Too much sauce, too much sauce
Soul too dank, too much sauce
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Writer(s): Dereck Scott
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