Gone.
Bitch I'm gone back on my shit and you know I kill it galore
Now they be talking know that a nigga be on ain't got no favours my nigga
Don't hit up my phone uh don't hit up my phone
City tryna test patience I been locked in basement inner city caveman
Come out with wolfs and it's to your gravamen
This shit is engraved in straight to my heart to the pavement now they talking like they know something little Niggas know non
Ninjas on the way niggas out the way
Move em out the way I need them out the way Kurtis Ivy really spit acidic nigga
Tell your birch lick dick shit
Nigga on some sick bitch shit
I'm an immortal man still your bich shit
I don't wanna hear your shit nigg shit
This that bomb tic tic shit
Bitch I'm gone back on my shit and you know I kill it galore
Now they be talking know that a nigga be on ain't got no favours my nigga
Don't hit up my phone uh don't hit up my phone
I don't like these all niggas they be talking about me in a minute
Nigga they be sounding like a real abomination
In a minute I'm running out of patience
Flows is endless listen to the cadence
In the studio never break a sweat it
In the Luu pissing on the heads
Pisssing on their daughters
Pissing on their fathers
I'm that guy real magaiva nigga whoa.
Mercy Mercy
Mercy Mercy
Bitch I'm gone back on my shit and you know I kill it galore
Now they be talking know that a nigga be on ain't got no favours my nigga
Don't hit up my phone uh don't hit up my phone
Bitch I'm gone.
Now they be talking know that a nigga be on ain't got no favours my nigga
Don't hit up my phone uh don't hit up my phone
City tryna test patience I been locked in basement inner city caveman
Come out with wolfs and it's to your gravamen
This shit is engraved in straight to my heart to the pavement now they talking like they know something little Niggas know non
Ninjas on the way niggas out the way
Move em out the way I need them out the way Kurtis Ivy really spit acidic nigga
Tell your birch lick dick shit
Nigga on some sick bitch shit
I'm an immortal man still your bich shit
I don't wanna hear your shit nigg shit
This that bomb tic tic shit
Bitch I'm gone back on my shit and you know I kill it galore
Now they be talking know that a nigga be on ain't got no favours my nigga
Don't hit up my phone uh don't hit up my phone
I don't like these all niggas they be talking about me in a minute
Nigga they be sounding like a real abomination
In a minute I'm running out of patience
Flows is endless listen to the cadence
In the studio never break a sweat it
In the Luu pissing on the heads
Pisssing on their daughters
Pissing on their fathers
I'm that guy real magaiva nigga whoa.
Mercy Mercy
Mercy Mercy
Bitch I'm gone back on my shit and you know I kill it galore
Now they be talking know that a nigga be on ain't got no favours my nigga
Don't hit up my phone uh don't hit up my phone
Bitch I'm gone.
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