Premonitions
Ay look listen no this is different
I'm on a mission so I hop in the whip twist the ignition
I had a vision of my life and I had made some decisions
Plus incisions
All this weed that I smoked it's really clouding my vision
I had to listen
They spoke of these premonitions
But they had laid out conditions
Of who's catching these munitions
When we all got in positions
You hear sequential transmissions
You want to race there's really no competition
Ay fuck all this slow shit
I'm grabbing up on my po shit
I'm coming back spraying this 40 if you ain't back on the fucking floor shit
With a modified grip
A supressor you won't find on my tip
Have you think you be going to die shit
To be honest you really just might hit the floor
Smoking back to back of this dope
Popping pills had me feeling slope
Looking back when I hung a rope
I just couldn't find ways to cope
Held that pistol without a scope
Put it right to my fucking dome
Hold it to my temple hear that click click click fuck it I guess I'll go back home
I'm lighting a fire
Yes I'm smoking it's my desire
Hold the fuck up this lil boy was talking funny he said the wrong thing and got knocked out
If he's thinking about getting back up, I'll back up and pull the motherfucking glock out
You don't really want to be the one to bring the fucking mops out
I'm a fucking drop out
Fucking skirt off then we pop out
Hit that motherfucker he clocked out
I'm on a mission so I hop in the whip twist the ignition
I had a vision of my life and I had made some decisions
Plus incisions
All this weed that I smoked it's really clouding my vision
I had to listen
They spoke of these premonitions
But they had laid out conditions
Of who's catching these munitions
When we all got in positions
You hear sequential transmissions
You want to race there's really no competition
Ay fuck all this slow shit
I'm grabbing up on my po shit
I'm coming back spraying this 40 if you ain't back on the fucking floor shit
With a modified grip
A supressor you won't find on my tip
Have you think you be going to die shit
To be honest you really just might hit the floor
Smoking back to back of this dope
Popping pills had me feeling slope
Looking back when I hung a rope
I just couldn't find ways to cope
Held that pistol without a scope
Put it right to my fucking dome
Hold it to my temple hear that click click click fuck it I guess I'll go back home
I'm lighting a fire
Yes I'm smoking it's my desire
Hold the fuck up this lil boy was talking funny he said the wrong thing and got knocked out
If he's thinking about getting back up, I'll back up and pull the motherfucking glock out
You don't really want to be the one to bring the fucking mops out
I'm a fucking drop out
Fucking skirt off then we pop out
Hit that motherfucker he clocked out
Credits
Writer(s): Xane York
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