Schemin'
Yo gun named suicide
Feels like it shoots itself
Knife robin hood
Brought it to remove your wealth
I bring so much smoke
It reduced your health
Let me remix the scheme for
Your stupid self
Kamikaze gun
It's suicide to let it fly at you
Hooks got you looking
blind
They call me the eye snatcher
Robin hood still the knife
get it
I'm doubting you
Your blood is rich give the steel (steal) and it's pouring (poor) right out of you
Do you get it now?
Robbing hoods they got from the store
These rappers rich
I'm robbing them
Cause my niggas is poor
You want some more?
I got you it's aight my friend
This next scheme
Is something you gon' like my friend
Nickname IRS
Owe me cash I come for you
Hit you up everyday
Till your ass uncomfortable
For the money I don't see
All these bullets come from me
And you get them all for free
It's a tax deductible
I'm a samurai
But roaming? That's my mojo
Some like to call me a ronin
On the low though
When it comes to the knife
I always aim low bro
Two blades to the side
Musashi Miyamoto!
Woah bro
You really couldn't catch the scheme
See what I mean?
Probably wouldn't if I did it in slow mo
This a diss track
Dare you to spit back
You'll catch a real (aerial) assault
Scheming like I'm Yamamoto
Yo I'm scheming peep it nah you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming yo I'm scheming peep it nah you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming
Send you to the pearly gates I'm harboring hate
I begin with the end homie
It's obvious fate
Biblically great
It's only right that I'm killing you
three ways
When the second starts with the first
Counting down to your D-Day
When it comes to you so called street niggas I hate you
A century of beef from a homie who told a fable
Y'all a kill a homie that you be eating with at the table
Kill your bro just cause you jealous
Cain and Abel
That was wack but so was that whole chapter
Love God
So you know a nigga gon' drown after
Getting cut here (hair)
Samson
I'll take away your power
your riches your life too
Your wife who set you up here
Damn you gon' need rehab and detox
To heal from that bar
Time to lift up your knee socks
Kick you with my Reeboks I want all the hands
I boom cats like
See even the beatbox
You don't want smoke
You can't take this nigga
What I'm cooking something that you never tasted nigga
Fuckin' burn you at the stake then laugh at your face
All you hear is a hardy har (hard E-R) like a racist nigga
You like conspiracies nothing is what it seems
Watch my bars take flight and melt through your steel beams
Message who did it leaving your soul mushed
Guess what I was smokin' on 9-11 George Bush
Yo I'm scheming peep it nah you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming
Yo I'm Scheming Peep it Naw you can't peep you sleeping
On the only one who got the fams screaming
Time to end this
Clean body fresh out the bath
I did you dirty you gon
need a pair of docs in masks and nurses in mass to heal you but you ain't gonna last
It's time to finish you off bout to burn you to ash
Your life flash before your eyes
And it leads to today you probably sitting wondering what I'm meaning to say
I drive by the shits blasting like a flame out of hell
I warned you dawg too late you did this to yourself
You owed me money so I hit your jack no message back
Two weeks I wasn't feeling that I grabbed a mac
After shots getting fucking stabbed right in the abs
Both sides see a fucking jab
You keeping tabs?
Started grabbing all the cash handed out to the crew
Punches flying when they land feels like dropping a nuke
Eyes rolling as you bleeding then you started to puke
Then passed out maybe God'll give you something to do
Now you standing there in his holy grace in heaven
By the way I wrote this song on 9-11
Anyways as your feelings are starting to fluctuate
You at peace then the doctors decide to resuscitate
Now you stuck in a loop I did the impossible
Now we got to the part with you in the hospital
Your first mistake was playing this song you peeping a scheme?
Replay the whole song and you'll see what I mean
Yo I'm scheming peeping now you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming yo I'm scheming peep it naw you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming
Feels like it shoots itself
Knife robin hood
Brought it to remove your wealth
I bring so much smoke
It reduced your health
Let me remix the scheme for
Your stupid self
Kamikaze gun
It's suicide to let it fly at you
Hooks got you looking
blind
They call me the eye snatcher
Robin hood still the knife
get it
I'm doubting you
Your blood is rich give the steel (steal) and it's pouring (poor) right out of you
Do you get it now?
Robbing hoods they got from the store
These rappers rich
I'm robbing them
Cause my niggas is poor
You want some more?
I got you it's aight my friend
This next scheme
Is something you gon' like my friend
Nickname IRS
Owe me cash I come for you
Hit you up everyday
Till your ass uncomfortable
For the money I don't see
All these bullets come from me
And you get them all for free
It's a tax deductible
I'm a samurai
But roaming? That's my mojo
Some like to call me a ronin
On the low though
When it comes to the knife
I always aim low bro
Two blades to the side
Musashi Miyamoto!
Woah bro
You really couldn't catch the scheme
See what I mean?
Probably wouldn't if I did it in slow mo
This a diss track
Dare you to spit back
You'll catch a real (aerial) assault
Scheming like I'm Yamamoto
Yo I'm scheming peep it nah you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming yo I'm scheming peep it nah you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming
Send you to the pearly gates I'm harboring hate
I begin with the end homie
It's obvious fate
Biblically great
It's only right that I'm killing you
three ways
When the second starts with the first
Counting down to your D-Day
When it comes to you so called street niggas I hate you
A century of beef from a homie who told a fable
Y'all a kill a homie that you be eating with at the table
Kill your bro just cause you jealous
Cain and Abel
That was wack but so was that whole chapter
Love God
So you know a nigga gon' drown after
Getting cut here (hair)
Samson
I'll take away your power
your riches your life too
Your wife who set you up here
Damn you gon' need rehab and detox
To heal from that bar
Time to lift up your knee socks
Kick you with my Reeboks I want all the hands
I boom cats like
See even the beatbox
You don't want smoke
You can't take this nigga
What I'm cooking something that you never tasted nigga
Fuckin' burn you at the stake then laugh at your face
All you hear is a hardy har (hard E-R) like a racist nigga
You like conspiracies nothing is what it seems
Watch my bars take flight and melt through your steel beams
Message who did it leaving your soul mushed
Guess what I was smokin' on 9-11 George Bush
Yo I'm scheming peep it nah you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming
Yo I'm Scheming Peep it Naw you can't peep you sleeping
On the only one who got the fams screaming
Time to end this
Clean body fresh out the bath
I did you dirty you gon
need a pair of docs in masks and nurses in mass to heal you but you ain't gonna last
It's time to finish you off bout to burn you to ash
Your life flash before your eyes
And it leads to today you probably sitting wondering what I'm meaning to say
I drive by the shits blasting like a flame out of hell
I warned you dawg too late you did this to yourself
You owed me money so I hit your jack no message back
Two weeks I wasn't feeling that I grabbed a mac
After shots getting fucking stabbed right in the abs
Both sides see a fucking jab
You keeping tabs?
Started grabbing all the cash handed out to the crew
Punches flying when they land feels like dropping a nuke
Eyes rolling as you bleeding then you started to puke
Then passed out maybe God'll give you something to do
Now you standing there in his holy grace in heaven
By the way I wrote this song on 9-11
Anyways as your feelings are starting to fluctuate
You at peace then the doctors decide to resuscitate
Now you stuck in a loop I did the impossible
Now we got to the part with you in the hospital
Your first mistake was playing this song you peeping a scheme?
Replay the whole song and you'll see what I mean
Yo I'm scheming peeping now you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming yo I'm scheming peep it naw you can't peep you sleeping on the only one who got the fans screaming
Credits
Writer(s): Mateo Mendoza
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