Player Won

That's insane!
This whole shit just like a game for me
It really is, but for you, it ain't
We aint the same, it's in the name
Most value in my wallet I'm the MVP
You got no property or credit you a fuckin' NPC
No money, you ain't shit
Game is life, it's pay to win
If your life's insured then I am finna hit your next of kin
Skin 'em like a snake
Sear the rest just like a steak
Turn the flesh into a pair of boots and wear it to the wake
Grip the grip, shoot the shot
Milly Rock across block
Murdering like I'm a god, if that's me, then this shit's jihad
Killer killin' killers, I'm a kettle shootin' pot shots
Flint lock in my sights
Firecracker, snap, crackle (Pop-Pop)
Bitch it's John Doe
Bust into yo' condo
Shootin' shots like I'm Rambo in the Belgian Congo
Opps fear me like Leopold
Test me bitch i'll never fold
Bouncin' bullets back like rubber till my body's freezin' cold
Buckin' like a bronco
Knuckin' here's a combo (K.O!)
Winner: Player one
Never runnin' outta funds
Cause I'm always on the hunt
Droppin bodies by the ton
Caucasians flee like we the Huns
I'm Atilla with the guns
Have my tommy sing, welcome to the opera
Uninvited, clear the house, I'm a student of the Sangha
Grindin' till the morning, wake the madame with my chopper
She gon' get this dagger in her belly, you too late to stop her
Fuck the players, fuck the game
I ain't grindin' for the fame
I'm a fire breathin' moth, I don't need to chase a flame
Skirt the rules, I'm killin' fools
Spillin' blood I'm fillin' pools
Got the tools to turn you into a lump of molecules
In our prime we, on the climb
Leave 'em tart and green like lime
Tumor in my pants and my doctor says it's benign
Got a mass of lead and it's shaped just like my .9
Test me you gon' end up supine
Catch ya family on true crime
Caught ya bitch,two time
Pulled up and she blew mine
Touch ya up shoe shine
Flurry you with cruel rhymes
Pay to win by design
Winner: Player one
Check the score right under mine



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Writer(s): Diy, U.b.m
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