Vocal Cords
These niggas smelling iffy so I'm dipping them in cedar
Dancing on my heart she gon treat it like a beat
Way to many fake niggas get ditected by my radar
Must of did number cuz now I'm feeling the heat
Busting out the banners like a loser just got beat
I'm tryna stay holy but she begging for my meat
Jezebel was trippin no my God can not be beat
I'm fighting her with fury but she never let me breathe
She's streching out my vocal cords
Told her I don't want no more
Pockets empty feeling poor
But im trust in the lord
Who gon for give me
These bodies persue me
It feels like a movie
Please do not shoot me
Distructive like juvy
My dogs move like scooby
We down in the boonies
Rakim spit fire and my enemie's the fosset
Running down the room now they acting like I lost
Punch him in the gut yeah the pills gon make him vomit
Running out out of luck like the money in your wallet
Got bones on my plate and they telling me the time
Big phone on my waste cuz my pocket full of pride
Had to pull it out my heart, It was building up inside
Bullet holes in my vest but there's nothing on my mind
She was a victim to time
Had to move on now I'm fine
I'm taking back what was mine
Keep playing these games while I'm cutting your line
Dancing on my heart she gon treat it like a beat
Way to many fake niggas get ditected by my radar
Must of did number cuz now I'm feeling the heat
Busting out the banners like a loser just got beat
I'm tryna stay holy but she begging for my meat
Jezebel was trippin no my God can not be beat
I'm fighting her with fury but she never let me breathe
She's streching out my vocal cords
Told her I don't want no more
Pockets empty feeling poor
But im trust in the lord
Who gon for give me
These bodies persue me
It feels like a movie
Please do not shoot me
Distructive like juvy
My dogs move like scooby
We down in the boonies
Rakim spit fire and my enemie's the fosset
Running down the room now they acting like I lost
Punch him in the gut yeah the pills gon make him vomit
Running out out of luck like the money in your wallet
Got bones on my plate and they telling me the time
Big phone on my waste cuz my pocket full of pride
Had to pull it out my heart, It was building up inside
Bullet holes in my vest but there's nothing on my mind
She was a victim to time
Had to move on now I'm fine
I'm taking back what was mine
Keep playing these games while I'm cutting your line
Credits
Writer(s): David Mubagwa
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