Pen Game

I'm killing the game I'm ill
Don't fuck wit' me you'll get split
I'm bloody with the drip
I'll put you in a dirt
Then go have a meal
Ahh

Coz no one gonna show up in your ceremony
You may call it insanity
Coz I'm in sanitary
Ye look that up on your dictionary

How ironic I'm killing these niggas wit metaphors
It's pity if you take it literally
You busy living in a fantasy
But your destiny is in my reality

After this you my need a phycology
Coz I don't think you can handle mentally
Pull up wit' an AP
Then it gets bloody

Leave your body looking messy
Life is not that really easy
Ee

So you better not be sloppy
Coz it will get tricky
Then life becomes dizzy
The devil will have no mercy

As you look up in a sky n pray
Thinking God will open the gateway
Here is a fucken bullet on its way
Going straight on you head
Bye boy
Say hello to the dead

All they see is a hole on your brain
I'll drop you n have no stain
Coz I'm heavy with that aim
Pull up on me and I'll make it rain

All you niggas are disdain
If I see you on the streets
Then that pussy gets lose

How ironic
I hated math, but im continuing numbers
My circle got smaller from making all these cubic measures ahh

Life got hard because of the teachers
Spreading rumours that I'm cheater
Look at me now I got strips

I got that tunnel version
Coz I always see the bigger picture
Otherwise I'm the painter of the fucken Monalisa

If it don't make money then it don't make sense
Don't make sense the it never pays rent
No bitch no hoe gonna run on my neck

My future is so bright
I'm butting myself on a spotlight
Tow wrongs will always make it right



Credits
Writer(s): Luhle Duma
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