Break Ya Neck

I oughta break the fucking neck
And get it cracking on a fuckboy
This separation dedicated, I just seek destroy
That's what I do, let it get dark, ain't got a damn choice
Walk in and witness, fifty bullets from a damn toy
I rock that paint and walk this way, put my hood up in shame
Let's til they laughing, for an instance, give them deadly pain
I turn around and light em up, can't call me that insane
It helps to pray, but lonely days appear to come in waves
Not again, got a lot that's on my mind, lost a lot of blood to this
I'm the only of my kind
It's recommended that I'm licensed for this deadly weapon
You poking grimace at my image, I got wicked business
We could get in it, but it's dangerous when I roam a village
Ain't really living, I'm a spirit and I'm about the sinnin

Yeah, and get down with the phonk
This the land of different eras, so we smoking on that junt
Fuck, shit's wild getting buck
Ain't a day that's going by where I ain't blowed or getting stuck
Yeah, burn an ounce if you want real killas in the section, putting flame to the front
Uh, my eyes is white from the cuts
R-rolling in my skull to see a world where we ain't gone



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Writer(s): Treyton Lilley
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