27

Put out 27 hits
I put out 27 shots
I got 27 shooters and they sneaking on the block
I hit 27 licks
Cantata 27 Bach
Ya my 27 killers steady working round the clock
I put out 27 hits
I put out 27 shots
I got 27 shooters and they sneaking on the block
I hit 27 licks
Cantata 27 Bach
Ya my 27 killers got 12 working round the clock

Oh God
They keeping us down when my boys tryna get out
My squad
They try make a flip but the heat got em sweat out
My Lord
Said weapons of enemies ain't even threat how
A fraud
What I am cus I see a opp it get wet out
Bullets it's raining it's pouring
I see the play in my head and I'm scoring
I see a whip it ain't stiff it ain't foreign
Now they begging pleading and I'm ignoring em huh
Gave too many things never asserting
Short life well lived ain't I deserving
Shot to the head and it got my chest burning
Terrible thoughts and my luck is still turning
Lived my feeling weak
Till I was forced to be strong
Felt like the day last a week
And now the night is so long
And I can't take it
Stone heart but somehow it's breaking
I saved a few but they shaken
Guess the truth was too much to take in
Stop your faking
You think I'm kind you mistaken
I got some guns gotta break in
Lucky your life ain't been taken
Sacrifices
They costly they raisin prices
I made em despite my vices
Yet they still be indecisive

Put out 27 hits
I put out 27 shots
I got 27 shooters and they sneaking on the block
I hit 27 licks
Cantata 27 Bach
Ya my 27 killers steady working round the clock
I put out 27 hits
I put out 27 shots
I got 27 shooters and they sneaking on the block
I hit 27 licks
Cantata 27 Bach
Ya my 27 killers got 12 working round the clock



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Writer(s): Samuel Aina
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