In the Cut

Grew up in Columbus
Play that bitch like trumpet
We grinding to the summit
All these bitches get hunted
Ima keep it 100
Demons all in the night
Tryna take my soul
But I fight
I'm trying make it outta the cold
He's shooting to kill
He fucked up in the head he got no chill
Think he king of the hill
He dying from popping them pills
Falling over now the king has been killed
Coming for the throne feeling the thrill
Now tell me who running the hill
Came with the switches
I switch on these bitches
Make em swim with the fishes
Genie gave em the wishes
He up in the kitchen
What's your religion
Pull up with him and the squad
Hollow tip gonna send him to god
Way he acting seem kinda odd
Talking shit but he's soft
Calling the homies
Bring em life like the mummies
That dude is a dummy
He making the money
Bitches think that they funny
They softer than bunnies
I was hitting the blunt
But you know I'm keeping it blunt
Why they front
They fronting and stunting
I'm in the cut and I'm hunting
In the cut like a lion
Bitches be lying
That weed got me flying
All these people they dying
These bitches they hiding
Families they crying
I fly with the dragons
They jump on my wagon
These bars you'd think that I'm trapping
Nah bitch I'm rapping
Rap it up with a bow
They telling me shit that I already know
I'm not gonna stumble
I was up in jungle
But I always stay humble
All the walls gonna tumble
His emotions get crumpled
I ain't dropping the bag
I'm not gonna fumble

Dark clouds in the sky
It's feeling eerie tonight
Feel like I'll die
There's nowhere to hide
No where to go
Mind feels like six feet below
Fight in my head
Now we up making the bread



Credits
Writer(s): David North
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