M.O.T.H
Ayyyyy, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Ay, yo
Yo, yo
Niggas wanna blame my pain
Kill me in vain, then they say they sane
Niggas wanna blame my pain
Niggas wanna-
Niggas wanna blame my-
Ay,
I don't really want no fame, I want the money, thats it, okay
No I'm not a killer don't push me
Ask your girl pussy she know I'm no rookie
Smoking on Cali Jane cookie
Niggas be fake, but the shit ain't shook me
Free the young guys in Juvie
Gotta blow the world, AKs, we nuking
World war 3 I'm joining
Killing with marines i'll shoot on accordance
All this shit don't avoid it, cousin got killed, damn right I ain't going
No I ain't going, we waring
Kick your doors down like we cops with warrants
On your block yeah i'm waring Shoot the shit down now the bullets stay pouring
Ain't you claim you so important? How you got killed in the field and they ignored it?
Pussy ass nigga you foreign,
I fuck foreigns in the whip smoke Tortoise
Killing your bitch I record it, I ain't talking fucking I'm eating her organs
Bullets gon' sing like an organ,
I'm finna sin kill a bitch in a corset
Now you crying where's her corpse at?
Really wanna know? Well I guess you joining
You wanna die like a bitch? Die like a man its the same ol' shit
Telling you finna sin, same ol' shit lil boy slit your wrist
All the shit you did, really don't matter when you dead in a ditch
Splitting your head into fifths, Smoked like an 8th off a 40 round clip
Niggas be fake as shit
You gone be lonely when you-
Yo, yo, yo
Ay, yo
Yo, yo
Niggas wanna blame my pain
Kill me in vain, then they say they sane
Niggas wanna blame my pain
Niggas wanna-
Niggas wanna blame my-
Ay,
I don't really want no fame, I want the money, thats it, okay
No I'm not a killer don't push me
Ask your girl pussy she know I'm no rookie
Smoking on Cali Jane cookie
Niggas be fake, but the shit ain't shook me
Free the young guys in Juvie
Gotta blow the world, AKs, we nuking
World war 3 I'm joining
Killing with marines i'll shoot on accordance
All this shit don't avoid it, cousin got killed, damn right I ain't going
No I ain't going, we waring
Kick your doors down like we cops with warrants
On your block yeah i'm waring Shoot the shit down now the bullets stay pouring
Ain't you claim you so important? How you got killed in the field and they ignored it?
Pussy ass nigga you foreign,
I fuck foreigns in the whip smoke Tortoise
Killing your bitch I record it, I ain't talking fucking I'm eating her organs
Bullets gon' sing like an organ,
I'm finna sin kill a bitch in a corset
Now you crying where's her corpse at?
Really wanna know? Well I guess you joining
You wanna die like a bitch? Die like a man its the same ol' shit
Telling you finna sin, same ol' shit lil boy slit your wrist
All the shit you did, really don't matter when you dead in a ditch
Splitting your head into fifths, Smoked like an 8th off a 40 round clip
Niggas be fake as shit
You gone be lonely when you-
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Writer(s): Murdok Kaine
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