On a Mission

I thought we was on a mission but that bitch has got you tripping boy
I see your disposition to be switching like a bitch here boy
Addiction to collision got you pushing on our set
Now my mission is to kill you and chop off your fucking head

I thought that we was brothers and you always had my back
But the trash you claim from gutters more important than the rap
More important?
What a cap
I damn near gave you my last scraps
I fucking took you in and held you straight so you wouldn't break your back
But you stabbed me in the back
Took that stupid trash ho back
Now it's silence when me met and fucking violence in my head
BLAT

I thought we was on a mission but that bitch has got you tripping boy
I see your disposition to be switching like a bitch here boy
Addiction to collision got you pushing on our set
Now my mission is to kill you and chop off your fucking head



Credits
Writer(s): William Cottonaro
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