Karma

Damn, look at the time, it's going fast
I don't do funerals since my brother passed
Life is more than making money, making cash
One blink, that shit'll fly past

Talkin' all that, we on his ass
Karma gonna get him whacked
He said that he not a fan
He listening to all my tracks
Had to get my mind right
Recently stopped smokin' thrax
Why you puttin' on a front? Hit that lil' ho from the back
Uh-huh, she must think I'm Leo, I don't do no act
That ain't your bitch
Like a concert, the whole room clapped (clap, clap)
Do it, drive fast like the flash
Skrrrt off, one hand on the wheel
Pop out and I'm poppin' tags
Yeah, you like 20 sum still poppin' pills

I just work for this clothing on me
Just had to glow up on Keef
Hippies with glocks keep the peace
Don't know the time, need Phillipe

Look at the time, it's going fast
I don't do funerals, since my brother passed
Life is more than making money, making cash
One blink, that shit'll fly past

Drink too much, now I get dizzy
That's all to do in this city
Boy, you is broke, why you always so picky?
Postin' like every day, you always gon' sound like a pick me
Choosing me as an opponent, you don't wanna pick me
I just be terrorizing these kids, I feel like Vicky
Pass on hoe, she icky
I got these stripes on me
Beat get to thumping like Icky
Beat get the thumping like FL
Put him in a song, now he not well
Me and my bro, like Keenan and Kel
He get to singing, he sound like Miguel
He ain't doin' nothin' like Tony Snell
But a bitch in a house, like Michelle

Look at the time, it's going fast
I don't do funerals, since my brother passed
Life is more than making money, making cash
One blink, that shit'll fly past



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Writer(s): Bryce Wagner
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