Blood Trail (City Tryna Kill me) (feat. Hollywood Dots the Oncelor)
The cheaper but a box
I think two will be enough
Federica H. White
Freight fruit mines
Best poet to me
Let them see the light before they leave us yeah, yeah
Check it out Dope, Dope
When the shit got back in the gaming zone
Ain't not long funeral's your favorite song
Same piece of fame is gone insane deranged
More likely the same old things
We used to hang heavy old, but the cheddar was better
Caught the same letters right for the weather
Never I miss just rolling through this the mist is cloudy, yeah
All my goons, y'all, rugging and rowdy swept
I see I'm doing shit, just please don't doubt me
One honey, I'm Outtie droughts and sprouts with a cloud beat
Man fire too hot be they pop scene
Used to think about what do pop see
The load must be heavy like the car drop me
Shit had to stop me, but I ain't stop check
I'm still right here rolling, I'm a fucking pull back, y'all
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
You tell them what you have to sell, huh?
Three hot sacks of baby rifles, six legged king
The senator destroying 93 million mile
Look, 30 thousand dollars
Hey, y'all, being the prince that I am far from the land of Zion
The furthest I land that I am the best whoever came
From the cocaine supplying the smoking haze and flying
Creator and designer new ways of getting paid
You feel my triumph, never feel my pain you're lying
Struggling to get this dope, can't get the money I am
The one who doing great, I guess this ain't your night
No money coming in I guess that ain't your type
It suck me in like a Dyson I remember
It was late '85 in the middle of December
That's when I came here, my existence made clear
The price to live got my mind unable to stay clear
My life was based around sacrifices, my tunes is priceless
Make goons think twice if they fuck around, I get my gods rich
They built me to be filthy on some grind until I die, shit, for real
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
Yeah, yeah a two seater worth of few deepest
Blew a few let them see the light before they leave us
Right, I'm sharp like nice cleavers
Y'all, I fingered the blow, drilling on the beaver ayo
She looking at me like a motherfucking creeper
I turn my testaments into believers
Hey, y'all, I'm old school, hit it in the king bleachers
A long blood trail grab the pell in the beach
Plus the mopping if I need a den, I'm calling my pop
Out the mud tails fakes dying, they fade to tail
Hammer the nail in the coffin keep the faith as well
All of my jail time I read horses got swell
I picked up a few niggas when I seen they failed
Cause when you on top, you got a whole game
Booing you back to the bottom I see the bodies bail
Nests ask for shit, I ain't got shit for you
I walk past no fast doubts and ignore you
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
Hey, hey, who are you two?
I am the pharmacist
Strange
Where's the pharmacy?
I never saw one in this town
There isn't any
Punch
I think two will be enough
Federica H. White
Freight fruit mines
Best poet to me
Let them see the light before they leave us yeah, yeah
Check it out Dope, Dope
When the shit got back in the gaming zone
Ain't not long funeral's your favorite song
Same piece of fame is gone insane deranged
More likely the same old things
We used to hang heavy old, but the cheddar was better
Caught the same letters right for the weather
Never I miss just rolling through this the mist is cloudy, yeah
All my goons, y'all, rugging and rowdy swept
I see I'm doing shit, just please don't doubt me
One honey, I'm Outtie droughts and sprouts with a cloud beat
Man fire too hot be they pop scene
Used to think about what do pop see
The load must be heavy like the car drop me
Shit had to stop me, but I ain't stop check
I'm still right here rolling, I'm a fucking pull back, y'all
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
You tell them what you have to sell, huh?
Three hot sacks of baby rifles, six legged king
The senator destroying 93 million mile
Look, 30 thousand dollars
Hey, y'all, being the prince that I am far from the land of Zion
The furthest I land that I am the best whoever came
From the cocaine supplying the smoking haze and flying
Creator and designer new ways of getting paid
You feel my triumph, never feel my pain you're lying
Struggling to get this dope, can't get the money I am
The one who doing great, I guess this ain't your night
No money coming in I guess that ain't your type
It suck me in like a Dyson I remember
It was late '85 in the middle of December
That's when I came here, my existence made clear
The price to live got my mind unable to stay clear
My life was based around sacrifices, my tunes is priceless
Make goons think twice if they fuck around, I get my gods rich
They built me to be filthy on some grind until I die, shit, for real
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
Yeah, yeah a two seater worth of few deepest
Blew a few let them see the light before they leave us
Right, I'm sharp like nice cleavers
Y'all, I fingered the blow, drilling on the beaver ayo
She looking at me like a motherfucking creeper
I turn my testaments into believers
Hey, y'all, I'm old school, hit it in the king bleachers
A long blood trail grab the pell in the beach
Plus the mopping if I need a den, I'm calling my pop
Out the mud tails fakes dying, they fade to tail
Hammer the nail in the coffin keep the faith as well
All of my jail time I read horses got swell
I picked up a few niggas when I seen they failed
Cause when you on top, you got a whole game
Booing you back to the bottom I see the bodies bail
Nests ask for shit, I ain't got shit for you
I walk past no fast doubts and ignore you
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me, the city's trying to kill me
The city's trying to kill me
Hey, hey, who are you two?
I am the pharmacist
Strange
Where's the pharmacy?
I never saw one in this town
There isn't any
Punch
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Cross, Johnnie Maye, Darryle Stevenson
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