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Tripping above the body, I'm only judging myself
Looking at him with the shotty, you feel me? I bet it's felt
Murder upon my mind, ain't leavin 'til blood is spilled
Posted up in the blind, I'm going in for the kill, yeah
My family tree ain't all family to me
When it come to eye to eye, I promise we'll never see
PvP, that means it's only you and me
And I bet everything I got, I'll have 'em put you on a tee
Five, four, three, two, one, now I'm free
Take your life right belong as you can as sleep, bitch
My neck look cold but no colder than the nights
Slug juice survive me and bring me back to life
How you say you love me when you know it's in spite?
Runway rhymes, time to catch another flight
Deadboy chain, living life in vain
Daniel Johnston, how I'm rocking, I'ma crash this plane
Young ass flow but your boy get known
That the morgue on the tray with my veins full of mold
Going, going, sold the reaper to the highest bidder
Spent your salary on blunts, I'm sorry if I offend ya
Livingston legend, 517 menace
If there's cans in the water, then I'm about to go fishing
Built these bands, I'm a realer man
Put me against the realest, I'm the realer man, yeah
And it's always been like this, seven years old, Elmo how you spit like this?
The same reason you see blue up in the sky
The way the night will fall and sun will rise, yeah
And it's always been like this, seven years old, Elmo how you spit like this?
The fuck you think, dumbass? Simple
Looking at him with the shotty, you feel me? I bet it's felt
Murder upon my mind, ain't leavin 'til blood is spilled
Posted up in the blind, I'm going in for the kill, yeah
My family tree ain't all family to me
When it come to eye to eye, I promise we'll never see
PvP, that means it's only you and me
And I bet everything I got, I'll have 'em put you on a tee
Five, four, three, two, one, now I'm free
Take your life right belong as you can as sleep, bitch
My neck look cold but no colder than the nights
Slug juice survive me and bring me back to life
How you say you love me when you know it's in spite?
Runway rhymes, time to catch another flight
Deadboy chain, living life in vain
Daniel Johnston, how I'm rocking, I'ma crash this plane
Young ass flow but your boy get known
That the morgue on the tray with my veins full of mold
Going, going, sold the reaper to the highest bidder
Spent your salary on blunts, I'm sorry if I offend ya
Livingston legend, 517 menace
If there's cans in the water, then I'm about to go fishing
Built these bands, I'm a realer man
Put me against the realest, I'm the realer man, yeah
And it's always been like this, seven years old, Elmo how you spit like this?
The same reason you see blue up in the sky
The way the night will fall and sun will rise, yeah
And it's always been like this, seven years old, Elmo how you spit like this?
The fuck you think, dumbass? Simple
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Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Still Still
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