11:11
The grind will never stop until my track goes viral
Pen to the paper like im writing for survival
Always wanted more than a boring life cycle
Striving for successes
Sharing nothing cause im spiteful
All these little rappers getting shine like a lightbulb
I want all the blessings all around me like disciples
Always been a dreamer wanting heights like the eiffel
Straight out the gate blow a hole in the game like a rifle
No cap
No messing
Im a killer on the loose so count ya blessings
Tell ya boys to back you up if you are stressing
Tell ya if your acting up then wind ya neck in
Coulda sworn that you were bad
So why you fretting
Got you shaking in ya boots
Caught you sweating
Tell you all your not prepared for what im prepping
Come through ghost jin sakai when i step in
Fuck the clout
Fuck the fame
I want the money and the respect
I aint like these other boys
Only in it for a flex
This year call me chip
Cause im coming for your necks
I wanna billi in the bank
Fuck ya baby cheques
Spitting raw through blackened lungs
Bet the words im putting out gimme a blackened tongue
All the energy im putting in a single song
Yet ya still looking down on me like this is wrong
Fucking hell is that the kid who had the long hair
Who listened to that rock shit
Who wasnt in a gang yeah
Is he really now spitting fire this sick yeah
Your fucking right all bets are off and you should be scared
Im coming straight for the jugular
You aint prepared
Leave a crater on the scene
That'll never be repaired
Everybody in my crosshairs
No one will be spared
When its all said and done
Im here to declare
That i dont play that
Skin ill flay that
Dead on impact
Crushed by this track
Over here in a league of my own
Tell me whats ya claim to the throne
Brutal attack
Pussy stay back
Feel im due a big stack
Spitting venom on the track
Over here in a league of my own
Tell me whats ya claim to the throne
Whatever your claiming is bullshit
If it isnt benefits
Silly little fucking pricks
Back in school like they were sick
All this from a metal kid
Tell me who the coldest is
Only thing im noticing
How the tables now have flipped
Fucking up everybody except my squad
Thats no russian
Talking bout the hardest
Throw my name in that discussion
Guarantee your favourite rappers dead or their bluffing
Guarantee ill rap rhymes around em
Like its nothing
Im holding you ransom
Your life is in tandem
Bars grow to heights when i plant um
This shit isnt random
Do this for my fam and my mandem
Im keeping momentum whilst making an anthem
Pen to the paper like im writing for survival
Always wanted more than a boring life cycle
Striving for successes
Sharing nothing cause im spiteful
All these little rappers getting shine like a lightbulb
I want all the blessings all around me like disciples
Always been a dreamer wanting heights like the eiffel
Straight out the gate blow a hole in the game like a rifle
No cap
No messing
Im a killer on the loose so count ya blessings
Tell ya boys to back you up if you are stressing
Tell ya if your acting up then wind ya neck in
Coulda sworn that you were bad
So why you fretting
Got you shaking in ya boots
Caught you sweating
Tell you all your not prepared for what im prepping
Come through ghost jin sakai when i step in
Fuck the clout
Fuck the fame
I want the money and the respect
I aint like these other boys
Only in it for a flex
This year call me chip
Cause im coming for your necks
I wanna billi in the bank
Fuck ya baby cheques
Spitting raw through blackened lungs
Bet the words im putting out gimme a blackened tongue
All the energy im putting in a single song
Yet ya still looking down on me like this is wrong
Fucking hell is that the kid who had the long hair
Who listened to that rock shit
Who wasnt in a gang yeah
Is he really now spitting fire this sick yeah
Your fucking right all bets are off and you should be scared
Im coming straight for the jugular
You aint prepared
Leave a crater on the scene
That'll never be repaired
Everybody in my crosshairs
No one will be spared
When its all said and done
Im here to declare
That i dont play that
Skin ill flay that
Dead on impact
Crushed by this track
Over here in a league of my own
Tell me whats ya claim to the throne
Brutal attack
Pussy stay back
Feel im due a big stack
Spitting venom on the track
Over here in a league of my own
Tell me whats ya claim to the throne
Whatever your claiming is bullshit
If it isnt benefits
Silly little fucking pricks
Back in school like they were sick
All this from a metal kid
Tell me who the coldest is
Only thing im noticing
How the tables now have flipped
Fucking up everybody except my squad
Thats no russian
Talking bout the hardest
Throw my name in that discussion
Guarantee your favourite rappers dead or their bluffing
Guarantee ill rap rhymes around em
Like its nothing
Im holding you ransom
Your life is in tandem
Bars grow to heights when i plant um
This shit isnt random
Do this for my fam and my mandem
Im keeping momentum whilst making an anthem
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Writer(s): Adam Turner
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