Krueger Motives
I bet you I meant when I said I'll do ya
Cus I get it lit like I'm Freddy Krueger
You playing with fire I'll hand it to ya
Say you better move like you doing zoomba
Say "Ney falling off" get a better rumor
Man you ain't handed me nothing I took that
I'm popping off like a soda, I shook that
I keep a Bible real stuffed in my book bag
Bet it go fah fah
I pray he go straight to the doctor
I pray that God take all his weapons
So something he bring gon have nothing to offer
Man life can turn you to a monster
Take the demons knock them off the rasta
I'm beating the odds and learning from lessons
By praising my king like a scholar
I'm the devils nightmare like I'm Freddy
I was locked up in the devils prison, I wanna be free
Got me feeling like Melly
I'm up on my path and I walk with the Lord
I'm staying steady (uh)
Hop on a beat I start preaching the word
Swear these demons aren't ready
They finna get put in the dirt, and I'm finna blow
Swear I'm poppin' off like confetti
Like Jason the Holy Machete
My motives is to kill these demons
The devil lurkin' he stay creepin'
So watch your mind cause he could sneak in
Stabbed in the back and the wounds are still leaking
For your soul these demons feining
I swear these people steady tweaking
If the devil attack I defeat him
Scope on my bible you know that I'm peekin'
I bet you I meant when I said I'll do ya
Cus I get it lit like I'm Freddy Krueger
You playing with fire I'll hand it to ya
Say you better move like you doing zoomba
Say "Ney falling off" get a better rumor
Man you ain't handed me nothing I took that
I'm popping off like a soda, I shook that
I keep a Bible real stuffed in my book bag
If I reach for this bookbag you better run
I bet you this bible gon hit like a gun
Get hit with Corinthians, fah
Leviticus, bah
Then I'mma go pray to the Son
Devil get mad when I pick up the bible
Its no competition I already won
Read him the score its gon say 0 and 1
He wanted my soul I aint giving him none
If he got him a problem then tell him to spin back
My angels been wanting they lick back
If they give me that apple, on everything Lord
I promise I won't even lick that
People jealous, they envious
I just be laughing, life really lit
So much I'mma do just ain't did it yet
They counted me out I ain't finished yet
Cus I get it lit like I'm Freddy Krueger
You playing with fire I'll hand it to ya
Say you better move like you doing zoomba
Say "Ney falling off" get a better rumor
Man you ain't handed me nothing I took that
I'm popping off like a soda, I shook that
I keep a Bible real stuffed in my book bag
Bet it go fah fah
I pray he go straight to the doctor
I pray that God take all his weapons
So something he bring gon have nothing to offer
Man life can turn you to a monster
Take the demons knock them off the rasta
I'm beating the odds and learning from lessons
By praising my king like a scholar
I'm the devils nightmare like I'm Freddy
I was locked up in the devils prison, I wanna be free
Got me feeling like Melly
I'm up on my path and I walk with the Lord
I'm staying steady (uh)
Hop on a beat I start preaching the word
Swear these demons aren't ready
They finna get put in the dirt, and I'm finna blow
Swear I'm poppin' off like confetti
Like Jason the Holy Machete
My motives is to kill these demons
The devil lurkin' he stay creepin'
So watch your mind cause he could sneak in
Stabbed in the back and the wounds are still leaking
For your soul these demons feining
I swear these people steady tweaking
If the devil attack I defeat him
Scope on my bible you know that I'm peekin'
I bet you I meant when I said I'll do ya
Cus I get it lit like I'm Freddy Krueger
You playing with fire I'll hand it to ya
Say you better move like you doing zoomba
Say "Ney falling off" get a better rumor
Man you ain't handed me nothing I took that
I'm popping off like a soda, I shook that
I keep a Bible real stuffed in my book bag
If I reach for this bookbag you better run
I bet you this bible gon hit like a gun
Get hit with Corinthians, fah
Leviticus, bah
Then I'mma go pray to the Son
Devil get mad when I pick up the bible
Its no competition I already won
Read him the score its gon say 0 and 1
He wanted my soul I aint giving him none
If he got him a problem then tell him to spin back
My angels been wanting they lick back
If they give me that apple, on everything Lord
I promise I won't even lick that
People jealous, they envious
I just be laughing, life really lit
So much I'mma do just ain't did it yet
They counted me out I ain't finished yet
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Writer(s): Quiney Hartwell
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