Got 'Em

Palm got the arthritis, jottin', I pen
The shit you feel to spar with giants, I'm ignited
Visors on ya eyelids, I'm shinin', vibrant
Violence I'm with if I ain't rakin' my checks

Got a couple killas in the lobby with shotties cocked
Got a couple chickies lickin' dick like a lollipop
Got a couple hits out, run it like the mafia
Got a couple skeletons, in the closet, let 'em out
Got a couple killas in the lobby with shotties cocked
Got a couple chickies lickin' dick like a lollipop
Got a couple hits out, run it like the mafia
Got a couple skeletons, in the closet, let 'em out

Death surroundin' me, bound to be a bloodbath
Got a couple dream houses, thinkin' I can't touch that
I been rappin' since momma had the lunch packed
Now I use the hunger to escape the trauma from the past
So I'm zonin' in wit so much baggage, I can't take it on a flight
Walkin' to Chevron at night, worried 'bout some on sight
Murder like how Cisco got done dirty, shit hurts me
No wonder my momma tell me how much that she worry
Couldn't ball like Stephon Marbury, so league wasn't an option
Feelin' like a zero so I might Gil Arenas cop shit
So many thoughts I keep from the shrink when I sit across him
Needa talk to someone so that pen be scrawlin'

Got a couple killas in the lobby with shotties cocked
Got a couple chickies lickin' dick like a lollipop
Got a couple hits out, run it like the mafia
Got a couple skeletons, in the closet, let 'em out
Got a couple killas in the lobby with shotties cocked
Got a couple chickies lickin' dick like a lollipop
Got a couple hits out, run it like the mafia
Got a couple skeletons, in the closet, let 'em out

Feel like I can dive into a freeway, make it easy But I
Think about the promises I made to homies to keep safe
I think about the stacks Imma make to repay
Ms. Roberts for all the work she done keepin' me sane
And I got a list of all the gifts my loved ones deserve
If they don't pan out how they should off rap, my life ain't got that worth
That's how I'm settin' standards, so I got the smoke and all the cancer
If y'all wanna be a roadblock, yellow cab CAT as an answer
Shakespearean in my stanzas, that's how I gotta be regarded
I'll take out some targets if I need it to be accomplished
I'll stunt in designer malls, ain't trickin' if I got it
Whatever I gotta do to be on that boss shit

Got a couple killas in the lobby with shotties cocked
Got a couple chickies lickin' dick like a lollipop
Got a couple hits out, run it like the mafia
Got a couple skeletons, in the closet, let 'em out
Got a couple killas in the lobby with shotties cocked
Got a couple chickies lickin' dick like a lollipop
Got a couple hits out, run it like the mafia
Got a couple skeletons, in the closet, let 'em out



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Writer(s): Noah Hughes
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