Damage Control
I go silent
Money piling
I'll be taking
What you got
Know we smiling
But we violent
If you step up
What you thought
Keep it quiet
They be hiding
But my sense it
Stack to top
Get to close
I'll cut you off
Make you fly
Like albatross
Wrists wet
Soaked in ice
From my kneck
Blood drip
Cold death
Treat me right
Now my breath
Fold hits
No rest
Mould blessed
Every step
I give
Lie gassed
No snitch
Gonna ruin
My fit
Like
I ain't got enough bleach
To you get you off me
I ain't got enough seats
So why you watching
Think i got my life free
Hope you dislike me
I was dead at 17
Shit i still might be
Big stacks
Body bags
Bitch i'll turn you plastic
Stashed it
Drop you in
The hole i keep my mask in
Tic tac
Send it back
You ain't got my status
I know you kept the malice
Not stepping through my palace
Everybody change
When they running outtta rations
I'll be just the same
Spinning webs outta the madness
Demons on the way
Static vision static passion
Never saw the same
Once them bullets did some damage
I go silent
Money piling
I'll be taking
What you got
Know we smiling
But we violent
If you step up
What you thought
Keep it quiet
They be hiding
But my sense it
Stack to top
Get to close
I'll cut you off
Make you fly
Like albatross
Money piling
I'll be taking
What you got
Know we smiling
But we violent
If you step up
What you thought
Keep it quiet
They be hiding
But my sense it
Stack to top
Get to close
I'll cut you off
Make you fly
Like albatross
Wrists wet
Soaked in ice
From my kneck
Blood drip
Cold death
Treat me right
Now my breath
Fold hits
No rest
Mould blessed
Every step
I give
Lie gassed
No snitch
Gonna ruin
My fit
Like
I ain't got enough bleach
To you get you off me
I ain't got enough seats
So why you watching
Think i got my life free
Hope you dislike me
I was dead at 17
Shit i still might be
Big stacks
Body bags
Bitch i'll turn you plastic
Stashed it
Drop you in
The hole i keep my mask in
Tic tac
Send it back
You ain't got my status
I know you kept the malice
Not stepping through my palace
Everybody change
When they running outtta rations
I'll be just the same
Spinning webs outta the madness
Demons on the way
Static vision static passion
Never saw the same
Once them bullets did some damage
I go silent
Money piling
I'll be taking
What you got
Know we smiling
But we violent
If you step up
What you thought
Keep it quiet
They be hiding
But my sense it
Stack to top
Get to close
I'll cut you off
Make you fly
Like albatross
Credits
Writer(s): Damian Michael Bryan
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