Mega Zeph

I am known
Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face (no, no)
Run, run, run, find a place where you safe
Far from grace in my maze where I play
Pray on your faith when they claim that you're safe
Laugh in your face
Try jump home boy? You might wan' refrain
Keys to the gate
Talking hell, little bitch and you ain't gonna escape

Hold up
Jump out with the Glock cocked going non-stop, aim the red dot
Shoot a motherfucker dead where he laying
Ain't stop 'til the gun lock
Motherfucker out my box, had been knocked by the worst kind
Gorilla from the 5-9, I'm a psycho, check my bloodline

Wait!
All of the bitches afraid of me
And all of these fuckboys, they hate on me
So just to sum it up basically, I really couldn't give less of a fuck
I'm from the era of terror, product of financial pressure
Social conformity, religious error
Mention the devil, they'll fuck off forever
None of the millennium brought nothing better
I wanna see blood stains, blood stains
On the grill of the Mustang, Mustang
Couple pills just to numb the pain
Six roads, one way
Flames arrise, burned my eyes
I'm late for judgement day



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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