Sacred

Gripping the forty five and it blow your spine
We came here to die
Look in to your eyes
Why you scared boi
Now you cold boi
Smoking antidote just to fucking calm my nerves
I be fucked up but you still could understand my words
I'm versatile mothafucka you the one that sound the same
Bitch swerve is you mad cause you can't get in my lane
Why these suckas thinking that they really running up the game
I dont really give a fuck they ain't Neva gone see change
You already know that I keep the blicky
I'm down to catch any body I ain't fucking picky
Gimme the loot I love money gone and call me biggie
I'm the son of the serpent you could see me Creeping hollow points hit yo body now you Fucking leaking
Got the 12 Guage shawty make you do gymnastics
Savage dread head devil horns my sights demonic
Walking out of the flames yea I'm so iconic
You can't catch me by myself always with my demons
I got Hella choppas hit you fo no fucking reason
These mothafuckas tryna test me I run all the seasons



Credits
Writer(s): Luis Zamora
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