Filicide
It's alright It's alright
Go
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
Okay, it's come to my attention I ain't come to yours yet
For anybody still inside I'm at the fucking doorstep
I got my dogs by my side if you're talking far fetch
I ain't lying but test my pride I'll squeeze back like corsets don't forget
When my signature signed in time like 44 shit
It's time for your forfeit I'll make this 44 fit
Inside of two lips say bye to your breath Say hi to tulips your body's soulless
And that shit was a metaphor for anybody tryna play me
Have we met before? Or you just trying to get on my team
Who you betting on? I heard you said it wrong or I'm three
But I get it dawg Cause you don't know what I'm bout to release
It's heat Let it roar through my teeth
Bit off more than I needed This shit is all from in deep
I should've known I'd be running shit I was born on my feet
And thorns need to be covering bodies born in concrete
Speak
Whoah Could you ever look past what you know?
Could you ever learn to grasp what you don't?
If you only look back when you grow
You don't get to take back what you broke
What you broke What you broke
What you broke What you broke
Prepare for the heat While I prepare to count the dinero
I'm airing the sheets Like the Isleys Y'all been between them
I'm burying beats That's filicide cause I'm who conceived them
I'm ready to eat Kronos on anybody competing
The heritage Greek Dare me to speak prepare for defeat
This shit ain't a competition Why you staring at me?
You tryna see If behind my eyes I carry the key
But look beneath them I carry kilos I barely get sleep
That's the secret If this life's a bitch then what are you to me?
I ain't new to shit This shit is new to me
It's at my attention I ain't come to yours yet
If you ain't six feet under me you're out of your depth
I'm a prophet You're a product
For the profit For the Prada
Fuck your business On my own
Fuck your limits Cut the rope
Hit the floor
Could you ever look past what you know?
Could you ever learn to grasp what you don't?
If you only look back when you grow
You don't get to take back what you broke
Get to take back what you
Take back what you broke
Get to take back what you
Take back what you broke
Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
Go
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
Okay, it's come to my attention I ain't come to yours yet
For anybody still inside I'm at the fucking doorstep
I got my dogs by my side if you're talking far fetch
I ain't lying but test my pride I'll squeeze back like corsets don't forget
When my signature signed in time like 44 shit
It's time for your forfeit I'll make this 44 fit
Inside of two lips say bye to your breath Say hi to tulips your body's soulless
And that shit was a metaphor for anybody tryna play me
Have we met before? Or you just trying to get on my team
Who you betting on? I heard you said it wrong or I'm three
But I get it dawg Cause you don't know what I'm bout to release
It's heat Let it roar through my teeth
Bit off more than I needed This shit is all from in deep
I should've known I'd be running shit I was born on my feet
And thorns need to be covering bodies born in concrete
Speak
Whoah Could you ever look past what you know?
Could you ever learn to grasp what you don't?
If you only look back when you grow
You don't get to take back what you broke
What you broke What you broke
What you broke What you broke
Prepare for the heat While I prepare to count the dinero
I'm airing the sheets Like the Isleys Y'all been between them
I'm burying beats That's filicide cause I'm who conceived them
I'm ready to eat Kronos on anybody competing
The heritage Greek Dare me to speak prepare for defeat
This shit ain't a competition Why you staring at me?
You tryna see If behind my eyes I carry the key
But look beneath them I carry kilos I barely get sleep
That's the secret If this life's a bitch then what are you to me?
I ain't new to shit This shit is new to me
It's at my attention I ain't come to yours yet
If you ain't six feet under me you're out of your depth
I'm a prophet You're a product
For the profit For the Prada
Fuck your business On my own
Fuck your limits Cut the rope
Hit the floor
Could you ever look past what you know?
Could you ever learn to grasp what you don't?
If you only look back when you grow
You don't get to take back what you broke
Get to take back what you
Take back what you broke
Get to take back what you
Take back what you broke
Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
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Writer(s): Phineas Peters
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