INVENTION of CLIMAX. (feat. Raede)
Let these people live
See them in sleeves
And meet their weed dealers to hit you up
With some green uh
Watch me cut a buck in a half
Watch em cry in they sacks
When the red gets splattered
It's I, who is laugh(ing)
Makers of the chaos
In the neighborhood
We're the ones shooting subways
When you pay for food
In layman, lay off
Don't want us maiming you
On accident, cause the ankle bracelet
Ain't for lacing shoes
Don't give me your lame excuses
It's on brand to give passengers brain contusions
My manager is Lucifer
Jesus is on vacation
The soul is the reward I reap for being a hooligan
Mother, make me stay
I might lose my cranium
If this ain't the song
Somebody pay me something
Not a request, a decree
I'm just a trapped mind begging for the
Lustre at the end of the tunnel
Your words, k-k-kinda devilish
Find a severed limb on the third locker
It's of the reverend
He said, me and A-Y-U, might not
Make right through
The gates of heave
Bitches, won't let our people go
I'm in a muhfucking convertible ass shit
I drive by your city, it's gonna be a classic
But when I say drive-by, we going traditional
Not guns, no AK's but bats and bruises son
Let my people go
Let my people die
Let these bridges burn
I don't even care they ain't mine
This the invention of climax
You hearing the finest of north east
We piling up bodies
Cause killing's our hobby
More loyal than Dobby
Oh pardon my French
J'en ai fini avec les tendances
Need something new this ain't tolerable
I ain't counting syllables
Woah aye
I've done some mistakes
You can put that on my bitch
Please don't put it on my momma
Gotta make her some more commas
I don't need anymore drama
Sweet home Alabama
Send a kiss to my grandmas
They're alive and they're praying for me
They're fighting and winning for me
I know family politics
My granddaddy died for that shit
Man I'm crying in this shit
Everything that I see is a tragic in this shit
Like ah
I know who injustice is
I've seen his eyes
That dude is a bitch
That bitch is a broad
That broad is bisexual
He'd screw anybody and take all they pride
I've seen that shit live
You don't even know what it's like
To witness some shit
That stays with you
For your whole life
See them in sleeves
And meet their weed dealers to hit you up
With some green uh
Watch me cut a buck in a half
Watch em cry in they sacks
When the red gets splattered
It's I, who is laugh(ing)
Makers of the chaos
In the neighborhood
We're the ones shooting subways
When you pay for food
In layman, lay off
Don't want us maiming you
On accident, cause the ankle bracelet
Ain't for lacing shoes
Don't give me your lame excuses
It's on brand to give passengers brain contusions
My manager is Lucifer
Jesus is on vacation
The soul is the reward I reap for being a hooligan
Mother, make me stay
I might lose my cranium
If this ain't the song
Somebody pay me something
Not a request, a decree
I'm just a trapped mind begging for the
Lustre at the end of the tunnel
Your words, k-k-kinda devilish
Find a severed limb on the third locker
It's of the reverend
He said, me and A-Y-U, might not
Make right through
The gates of heave
Bitches, won't let our people go
I'm in a muhfucking convertible ass shit
I drive by your city, it's gonna be a classic
But when I say drive-by, we going traditional
Not guns, no AK's but bats and bruises son
Let my people go
Let my people die
Let these bridges burn
I don't even care they ain't mine
This the invention of climax
You hearing the finest of north east
We piling up bodies
Cause killing's our hobby
More loyal than Dobby
Oh pardon my French
J'en ai fini avec les tendances
Need something new this ain't tolerable
I ain't counting syllables
Woah aye
I've done some mistakes
You can put that on my bitch
Please don't put it on my momma
Gotta make her some more commas
I don't need anymore drama
Sweet home Alabama
Send a kiss to my grandmas
They're alive and they're praying for me
They're fighting and winning for me
I know family politics
My granddaddy died for that shit
Man I'm crying in this shit
Everything that I see is a tragic in this shit
Like ah
I know who injustice is
I've seen his eyes
That dude is a bitch
That bitch is a broad
That broad is bisexual
He'd screw anybody and take all they pride
I've seen that shit live
You don't even know what it's like
To witness some shit
That stays with you
For your whole life
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Writer(s): Ayushman Baruah
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