Sirenz
Why you so afraid
Why you live in fear
That won't get you paid
Get you over here
My mind you can't raid
You ain't getting near
You've been throwing shade
I can see it clear
I'ma lock that door
You won't hit the rear
For friends I got a scope
Enemies stay near
You ain't got no hope
Say your life's a mirror
Told em' grab the rope
Now it's sirens in your ear
Karma it's emerging, you got sirens in your ear
Nigga sold his soul, ain't controlling where he steer
Lying like it's love, now he drowning deep in fear
Pleading, begging, wondering, how the hell he get here
Paid the price
Now you're lost
In your mind
In your thoughts
It's alright
What's the cost
Pour a pint
In the Voss
You gon' drown
In your flaws
You a clown
A lost cause
Going down
Prayed you fall
To the ground
Lost it all
Took a bow
Close the curtains
Every show ends, that's for certain
Is it now
Know your hurting
On the inside, body burning
(Mua-hahahaha)
You thought it was over
The show never ends
Why you so afraid
Why you live in fear
That won't get you paid
Get you over here
My mind you can't raid
You ain't getting near
You've been throwing shade
I can see it clear
I'ma lock that door
You won't hit the rear
For friends I got a scope
Enemies stay near
You ain't got no hope
Say your life's a mirror
Told em' grab the rope
Now it's sirens in your ear
Karma it's emerging, you got sirens in your ear
Nigga sold his soul, ain't controlling where he steer
Lying like it's love, now he drowning deep in fear
Pleading, begging, wondering, how the hell he get here
(How did he get here)
(Yeah)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
You ain't made a million off your talent, no
Ain't need your advice, it's not appliable
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you tryna break me, we could assemble
Nigga you gon' crash, like a damn cymbal
Falling in your acts, man your so sinful
Falling in your acts, man your so sinful
Most these niggas fake, I just stay official
She gon' toot the horn, she gon' blow my whistle
If you wanna fuck, I'ma need initials
Want a autograph, on her tits, I scribbled
Shawty like the flow, I ain't got to swindle
Go nuts for the dough, baby like Winchell's
She a witchy bitch, say she tatted sigils
I cannot be tricked, I'm on point so you know
So you know, so you know
Aye
So you know, so you know
So you know, so you know
So you know, so you know
You ain't made a million off your talent, no
Ain't need your advice, it's not appliable
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you live in fear
That won't get you paid
Get you over here
My mind you can't raid
You ain't getting near
You've been throwing shade
I can see it clear
I'ma lock that door
You won't hit the rear
For friends I got a scope
Enemies stay near
You ain't got no hope
Say your life's a mirror
Told em' grab the rope
Now it's sirens in your ear
Karma it's emerging, you got sirens in your ear
Nigga sold his soul, ain't controlling where he steer
Lying like it's love, now he drowning deep in fear
Pleading, begging, wondering, how the hell he get here
Paid the price
Now you're lost
In your mind
In your thoughts
It's alright
What's the cost
Pour a pint
In the Voss
You gon' drown
In your flaws
You a clown
A lost cause
Going down
Prayed you fall
To the ground
Lost it all
Took a bow
Close the curtains
Every show ends, that's for certain
Is it now
Know your hurting
On the inside, body burning
(Mua-hahahaha)
You thought it was over
The show never ends
Why you so afraid
Why you live in fear
That won't get you paid
Get you over here
My mind you can't raid
You ain't getting near
You've been throwing shade
I can see it clear
I'ma lock that door
You won't hit the rear
For friends I got a scope
Enemies stay near
You ain't got no hope
Say your life's a mirror
Told em' grab the rope
Now it's sirens in your ear
Karma it's emerging, you got sirens in your ear
Nigga sold his soul, ain't controlling where he steer
Lying like it's love, now he drowning deep in fear
Pleading, begging, wondering, how the hell he get here
(How did he get here)
(Yeah)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
You ain't made a million off your talent, no
Ain't need your advice, it's not appliable
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you tryna break me, we could assemble
Nigga you gon' crash, like a damn cymbal
Falling in your acts, man your so sinful
Falling in your acts, man your so sinful
Most these niggas fake, I just stay official
She gon' toot the horn, she gon' blow my whistle
If you wanna fuck, I'ma need initials
Want a autograph, on her tits, I scribbled
Shawty like the flow, I ain't got to swindle
Go nuts for the dough, baby like Winchell's
She a witchy bitch, say she tatted sigils
I cannot be tricked, I'm on point so you know
So you know, so you know
Aye
So you know, so you know
So you know, so you know
So you know, so you know
You ain't made a million off your talent, no
Ain't need your advice, it's not appliable
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
Why you make it hard, man it's so simple
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Writer(s): Antonio Williams
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