Deadwood (Extended)
Testin' that water
Found it was boilin'
Boy you stepped in some shit
All hollerin' in these mountains
Is gust of the wind
Niggas like you a get dusted
Murked
Death speaks
I listen closely
Cuz the mothafucka likes to murmur
The shows on 'til there's curtains on me
Would like to see one of you niggas
Put a hurtin' on me
Think you can fly off whiskey courage
You get put to the test
Or put to the curb
My foot on they neck
One foot in they grave
One foot in the urn
And that's the type of shit you earn
Hoppin' in shit that don't concern you
Next time you see a blaze
Let it burn
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Niggas better kill me
Niggas better
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Niggas better kill me
Niggas better
I done sat across the table
From killers robbers and snitches
And everyone in the middle
Bruh how simple is that?
Gon' n riddle me that
If I knew what I know now
Wouldn't have gotten wrapped up in half the shit I did in the past
My anxiety been creeping
Hopped right in the deep end
Got these muhfuckers watching all my moves they steady peepin'
Ain't no shit about it they been wylin' since the sunset
The summer come and go
And we lost half the ones we start with
Look, I took a look around and ain't no one intimadatin'
Bodies pump the same blood as if you strap me down n drain it
I'm my mommas baby got my trigger finger aiming at the tv
Like look that's finna be me in a couple years
You ain't ever have ya finger on the button
Finger on the trigger
Big decision
Let em slide or let 'em live
All my niggas killas
All my niggas honorable mention
Hall of fame enlisted
Gotta do our business in the field
Everybody sayin' what they would or wouldn't
Til they're where you stood
We have no clue on the fuck is gonna bend
I was bendin' corners
Sippin Donatello
Vision blurry
Foot was on the pedal
Gotta make it to the end
Stop sign couldn't stop me
Til I hit it
I was twisted
I was nervous
When the sirens came to visit
I was paranoid
Thought niggas caught me slippin'
In the bathroom at the Denny's
Pulled my pistol on kid
And made him piss himself
Thought I was mental
Couldn't live with it
Wanted to kill myself
Then niggas went and pushed me to the limit
Tried to pushed me to the ledge
I jumped the gun
He bit the bullet
Had to take it
Where he wouldn't
Had to take it where he couldn't, my nigga
He jumped the ship
In the flood
Niggas went and broke our covenant
We took where we shouldn't have nigga
You ain't ever have ya finger on the button
Finger on the trigger
Big decision
Let em slide or let 'em live
All my niggas killas
All my niggas honorable mention
Hall of fame enlisted
Gotta do our business in the field
You ain't ever have ya finger on the button
Finger on the trigger
Big decision
Let em slide or let 'em live
All my niggas killas
All my niggas honorable mention
Hall of fame enlisted
Gotta do our business in the field
Everybody sayin' what they would or wouldn't
Til they're where you stood
We have no clue on the fuck is gonna bend
I was bendin' corners
Sippin Donatello
Vision blurry
Foot was on the pedal
Gotta make it to the
Found it was boilin'
Boy you stepped in some shit
All hollerin' in these mountains
Is gust of the wind
Niggas like you a get dusted
Murked
Death speaks
I listen closely
Cuz the mothafucka likes to murmur
The shows on 'til there's curtains on me
Would like to see one of you niggas
Put a hurtin' on me
Think you can fly off whiskey courage
You get put to the test
Or put to the curb
My foot on they neck
One foot in they grave
One foot in the urn
And that's the type of shit you earn
Hoppin' in shit that don't concern you
Next time you see a blaze
Let it burn
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Niggas better kill me
Niggas better
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Do a nigga in
Do a nigga filthy
Niggas better kill me
Niggas better
I done sat across the table
From killers robbers and snitches
And everyone in the middle
Bruh how simple is that?
Gon' n riddle me that
If I knew what I know now
Wouldn't have gotten wrapped up in half the shit I did in the past
My anxiety been creeping
Hopped right in the deep end
Got these muhfuckers watching all my moves they steady peepin'
Ain't no shit about it they been wylin' since the sunset
The summer come and go
And we lost half the ones we start with
Look, I took a look around and ain't no one intimadatin'
Bodies pump the same blood as if you strap me down n drain it
I'm my mommas baby got my trigger finger aiming at the tv
Like look that's finna be me in a couple years
You ain't ever have ya finger on the button
Finger on the trigger
Big decision
Let em slide or let 'em live
All my niggas killas
All my niggas honorable mention
Hall of fame enlisted
Gotta do our business in the field
Everybody sayin' what they would or wouldn't
Til they're where you stood
We have no clue on the fuck is gonna bend
I was bendin' corners
Sippin Donatello
Vision blurry
Foot was on the pedal
Gotta make it to the end
Stop sign couldn't stop me
Til I hit it
I was twisted
I was nervous
When the sirens came to visit
I was paranoid
Thought niggas caught me slippin'
In the bathroom at the Denny's
Pulled my pistol on kid
And made him piss himself
Thought I was mental
Couldn't live with it
Wanted to kill myself
Then niggas went and pushed me to the limit
Tried to pushed me to the ledge
I jumped the gun
He bit the bullet
Had to take it
Where he wouldn't
Had to take it where he couldn't, my nigga
He jumped the ship
In the flood
Niggas went and broke our covenant
We took where we shouldn't have nigga
You ain't ever have ya finger on the button
Finger on the trigger
Big decision
Let em slide or let 'em live
All my niggas killas
All my niggas honorable mention
Hall of fame enlisted
Gotta do our business in the field
You ain't ever have ya finger on the button
Finger on the trigger
Big decision
Let em slide or let 'em live
All my niggas killas
All my niggas honorable mention
Hall of fame enlisted
Gotta do our business in the field
Everybody sayin' what they would or wouldn't
Til they're where you stood
We have no clue on the fuck is gonna bend
I was bendin' corners
Sippin Donatello
Vision blurry
Foot was on the pedal
Gotta make it to the
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Writer(s): Andrew Hudick Iii
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