Braindead Killa (feat. Oshea Launier)

Braindead killa
Creeping on the beat like I'm MJ, thrilla
I'm just here to feast on the whole damn villa
Kill me if you wanna but I'm still a go getta
Imma, braindead killa
Creeping on the beat like I'm MJ, thrilla
I'm just here to feast on the whole damn villa
Kill me if you wanna but I'm still a go getta, getta

Round one hundred
I'm on another level
I don't think you see me
I've been scheming like the devil
Ignore the ones against me
I can feed upon the rebels
Constantly a battle
Like the dust, it never settles, its a mess
Another body biting just to get a taste
I'm impressed, persistently pushing
I'm the best, nevertheless
I don't gotta be the one
But I attest, any test
That im gonna be the goat
In the lane that I posses
While im stuck here in possession
I can take your soul
Till you finally learn a lesson
You can take five
Cause you know that im the best when
I get aggravated
Then my mind becomes a weapon
I'm a young dude old soul
Flowing through the water so cold
I've been walking on it
Cause I froze it all over
I know this snow is damned
My toes cant close
Stinking up a lobby
Like im playing kino in B O

Braindead killa
Creeping on the beat like I'm MJ, thrilla
I'm just here to feast on the whole damn villa
Kill me if you wanna but I'm still a go getta
Imma, braindead killa
Creeping on the beat like I'm MJ, thrilla
I'm just here to feast on the whole damn villa
Kill me if you wanna but I'm still a go getta, getta

Let me talk my shit and mark that bitch
Take aim, unload, drop that clip
Make moves too quick
In this warzone we live, no gulag just rip
If you found too late, we gon hear that bag zip
Know im loaded out, well equipped for the fight
All my comms coming in clean
Can you hear me on this mic
We got opps to the left, and opps to the right
Crossfire, stuck in the middle
Might not make it home tonight
Back to back we will fight til the death
For our brothers flying our colors
Up until our last breathe
Standing in the trenches, gotta give it our best
We sweeping every room til there's nothing left
Got a mission to complete and my squad will succeed
Take control, its our victory, make history
No mystery, what they see, got in my whispering
Who they think should be king and its me, yea



Credits
Writer(s): Oshea Launier
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