Death Note Benz
Beaming out my city
And I'm icing out my wrist
Demon coming with me
He be checking in my List
Everybody hear me
Cuz I'm tied up with the rift
They cannot get rid of me
I came up from the bricks
Staying on my shit
That's how I survive
Look into his eyes
You could tell I see the lies
Look into the skies
Dark clouds rise
They don't even want it
When I'm repping with the guys
Icing out my wrist
Said I wanna drive
You know I got ties
But they put on a disguise
Clicking with the vibes
Art style rides
Burning thru the hunnid
Spending money with the guys
GC soldier boy
I'm feeling like kensisin
Three years older
Since I got the premonition
They call me the chef
When I walk into the kitchen
I ain't even tripping
Know they never listen
Feeling like Scrim
He don't want a scrimmage
Feeling like da cherry
When I'm riding in my benzes
I don't got it rented
Cuz I'm sticking to my image
Feeling like the don
Blank space on my hit list
I don't got it made
Cuz' I'm really bout my misses
Talking bout the game
I been married to the bitches
Everybody on me
But they wouldn't know the difference
I just ate the beat up
Now I'm breaking out the dishes
Staying on my shit
That's how I survive
Look into his eyes
You could tell I see the lies
Look into the skies
Dark clouds rise
They don't even want it
When I'm repping with the guys
Icing out my wrist
Said I wanna drive
You know I got ties
But they put on a disguise
Clicking with the vibes
Art style rides
Burning thru the hunnid
Spending money with the guys
And I'm icing out my wrist
Demon coming with me
He be checking in my List
Everybody hear me
Cuz I'm tied up with the rift
They cannot get rid of me
I came up from the bricks
Staying on my shit
That's how I survive
Look into his eyes
You could tell I see the lies
Look into the skies
Dark clouds rise
They don't even want it
When I'm repping with the guys
Icing out my wrist
Said I wanna drive
You know I got ties
But they put on a disguise
Clicking with the vibes
Art style rides
Burning thru the hunnid
Spending money with the guys
GC soldier boy
I'm feeling like kensisin
Three years older
Since I got the premonition
They call me the chef
When I walk into the kitchen
I ain't even tripping
Know they never listen
Feeling like Scrim
He don't want a scrimmage
Feeling like da cherry
When I'm riding in my benzes
I don't got it rented
Cuz I'm sticking to my image
Feeling like the don
Blank space on my hit list
I don't got it made
Cuz' I'm really bout my misses
Talking bout the game
I been married to the bitches
Everybody on me
But they wouldn't know the difference
I just ate the beat up
Now I'm breaking out the dishes
Staying on my shit
That's how I survive
Look into his eyes
You could tell I see the lies
Look into the skies
Dark clouds rise
They don't even want it
When I'm repping with the guys
Icing out my wrist
Said I wanna drive
You know I got ties
But they put on a disguise
Clicking with the vibes
Art style rides
Burning thru the hunnid
Spending money with the guys
Credits
Writer(s): Hew Rader
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