soul
I'm still writing man still grinding but I can't get better
My old music's their new shit so why am I still here
It's so crazy I'm not toxic I might bury her
Cah' in the end it's only my soul God gon' carry up
It's still Fyn, bar from day one
I'm not evil I might save one
Rest are gone though got no green hair
why'd you hate me I'm your saviour
I've been thinking what is life
I know that's deep but fuck that prayer
God can't help me
Kill a goat and splash a virgin Satan's straight up
I don't want the if buts, maybe
I need results fuck I'm lazy
I've been working but the fruits of my labour been awful tasty
I can't sell them
I might scran that
I don't war with gal on Snapchat
I'm replying
That's not backchat
Them man wrong so man just slap that
Man I miss them, my dead exes
Glad I killed them, had that death wish
Jesus saw me
I might end him
Fuck your wine and fuck your blessings
I don't want wine I need water
Them man thirsty my ting sauna
This shit's heat I had to warn em
Dead so much no time to mourn em
When I die replacing Satan
See them demons up and spray them
I won't repent
When I did that
Fuck I meant it
Glad I laid them
Them man wet I've seen that christening
You gon' die, why you not listening
Ghost of past but it's not Christmas
I'll come back unfinished business
I'm still writing man still grinding but I can't get better
My old music's their new shit so why am I still here
It's so crazy I'm not toxic I might bury her
Cah' in the end it's only my soul God gon' carry up
Don't want coffins
I want crosses
Crucify me
Don't need boxes,
When this earth dies
I'll be watching
Giving curses I'm not stopping
I might hurt guys
Take them losses
They make birds fly
I get flocking
Mouth a handgun
This ain't locking
Pay that ransom
Till that hostage
Kill that hostage
Leave him flocking
Milly rocking
In the cockpit
With your bitch and you just stalking
Feel like Cochise it got losses
I do no talking
If you bout it come and walk it
Talking shit where are your manners
Smashing shit just like a hammer
Feel like Thor it's nothing major
But get fade like my name Zammers
Where I be huge like a hammer
That man clip just like a trailer
My heart cold I need a sweater
Silent Hill not talking Heather
Hair nice in any weather
Your BF cool but I am better
Feel like Kodak in the Maybach
Link with Fyn and we go way back
Want my love then why'd you say that
Lose your case bitch get the fuck back
Bitch you better get the fuck back
Feeling homicidal
Not like twikipedia we don't got a title
But I'm better than your rivals
Niggas lie though
That boy suicidal
Hit him with it
Now he gone
And you know we Evil Gang
Evil Gang like April bitch
I can see the blue shit coming
Feel like I got Spidey-Sense
Eugh
I'm still writing man still grinding but I can't get better
My old music's their new shit so why am I still here
It's so crazy I'm not toxic I might bury her
Cah' in the end it's only my soul God gon' carry up
My old music's their new shit so why am I still here
It's so crazy I'm not toxic I might bury her
Cah' in the end it's only my soul God gon' carry up
It's still Fyn, bar from day one
I'm not evil I might save one
Rest are gone though got no green hair
why'd you hate me I'm your saviour
I've been thinking what is life
I know that's deep but fuck that prayer
God can't help me
Kill a goat and splash a virgin Satan's straight up
I don't want the if buts, maybe
I need results fuck I'm lazy
I've been working but the fruits of my labour been awful tasty
I can't sell them
I might scran that
I don't war with gal on Snapchat
I'm replying
That's not backchat
Them man wrong so man just slap that
Man I miss them, my dead exes
Glad I killed them, had that death wish
Jesus saw me
I might end him
Fuck your wine and fuck your blessings
I don't want wine I need water
Them man thirsty my ting sauna
This shit's heat I had to warn em
Dead so much no time to mourn em
When I die replacing Satan
See them demons up and spray them
I won't repent
When I did that
Fuck I meant it
Glad I laid them
Them man wet I've seen that christening
You gon' die, why you not listening
Ghost of past but it's not Christmas
I'll come back unfinished business
I'm still writing man still grinding but I can't get better
My old music's their new shit so why am I still here
It's so crazy I'm not toxic I might bury her
Cah' in the end it's only my soul God gon' carry up
Don't want coffins
I want crosses
Crucify me
Don't need boxes,
When this earth dies
I'll be watching
Giving curses I'm not stopping
I might hurt guys
Take them losses
They make birds fly
I get flocking
Mouth a handgun
This ain't locking
Pay that ransom
Till that hostage
Kill that hostage
Leave him flocking
Milly rocking
In the cockpit
With your bitch and you just stalking
Feel like Cochise it got losses
I do no talking
If you bout it come and walk it
Talking shit where are your manners
Smashing shit just like a hammer
Feel like Thor it's nothing major
But get fade like my name Zammers
Where I be huge like a hammer
That man clip just like a trailer
My heart cold I need a sweater
Silent Hill not talking Heather
Hair nice in any weather
Your BF cool but I am better
Feel like Kodak in the Maybach
Link with Fyn and we go way back
Want my love then why'd you say that
Lose your case bitch get the fuck back
Bitch you better get the fuck back
Feeling homicidal
Not like twikipedia we don't got a title
But I'm better than your rivals
Niggas lie though
That boy suicidal
Hit him with it
Now he gone
And you know we Evil Gang
Evil Gang like April bitch
I can see the blue shit coming
Feel like I got Spidey-Sense
Eugh
I'm still writing man still grinding but I can't get better
My old music's their new shit so why am I still here
It's so crazy I'm not toxic I might bury her
Cah' in the end it's only my soul God gon' carry up
Credits
Writer(s): Anxious Soul
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