Won't Say It Again
I
Wont say it again
Killing these niggas
One stroke of the pen
And I
Thought we could vibe
Everything planned out it's all by design
Planted my feet got some traction
What happened
My microphone got some action
Now crashing way harder than ultralight beams
Interrupting your streams
I appear at the scene
Take over the world
That's how it seems
The lines they be blurred
In between two extremes
Blast off like a jet
Gold in my bloodstream
Yo bitch need a vet
I be all In her dreams
Spitting types of dirty shit like Manhattan
Favorite rapper washed up
He a has-been
I'm a master at this shit
Got me caught up
In the swisher spike the blunt
Got me fucked up
And I be laying down the law
Masked up
Gassed up
And a nigga Paranoid
Better back up
Keeping tabs on a nigga
Get your racks up
And I'm more than you can handle
Call for back-up
More fire than a candle
It's a cover-up
Evil nigga catch me
Rolling in a country club
Pussy niggas turn to clowns
Just for a couple bucks
Imma fuck the game up
Bitch I had enough
Shut the fuck up
Bitch you out of luck
Purge the ops
When the cops be attacking us
Never slacking
Got her gasping when I'm stabbing guts
Break her back like Bane
Imma wrap it up
Wont say it again
Wont say it again
Circle stay closed
Got no time for a friend
Imma pick it up
Right where I left it back then
Imma pick it right up
Be the evil within
Wont say it again
Killing these niggas
One stroke of the pen
And I
Thought we could vibe
Everything planned out it's all by design
Planted my feet got some traction
What happened
My microphone got some action
Now crashing way harder than ultralight beams
Interrupting your streams
I appear at the scene
Take over the world
That's how it seems
The lines they be blurred
In between two extremes
Blast off like a jet
Gold in my bloodstream
Yo bitch need a vet
I be all In her dreams
Spitting types of dirty shit like Manhattan
Favorite rapper washed up
He a has-been
I'm a master at this shit
Got me caught up
In the swisher spike the blunt
Got me fucked up
And I be laying down the law
Masked up
Gassed up
And a nigga Paranoid
Better back up
Keeping tabs on a nigga
Get your racks up
And I'm more than you can handle
Call for back-up
More fire than a candle
It's a cover-up
Evil nigga catch me
Rolling in a country club
Pussy niggas turn to clowns
Just for a couple bucks
Imma fuck the game up
Bitch I had enough
Shut the fuck up
Bitch you out of luck
Purge the ops
When the cops be attacking us
Never slacking
Got her gasping when I'm stabbing guts
Break her back like Bane
Imma wrap it up
Wont say it again
Wont say it again
Circle stay closed
Got no time for a friend
Imma pick it up
Right where I left it back then
Imma pick it right up
Be the evil within
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Writer(s): Daekwon Miller
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