When Bullets Fly
Yea
Yea
Aye Working that left I done broke the pisiform
Go the distance, most persistence
Hold the pistol
If my index blast, that's a soulless Missile-blow
That's goat dimension
Fear revelation nigga
You been praying for evil people
I see the hate it's deceitful
Lord forgive him I'm lethal
Yearning from my cerebral
Glass pour the elixir half full
Indier need of thirst
Been sowing seeds since birth
Hinder my worth
Seen the devil in church
No peace Amongst the wicked man
Leave niggas 50 before many men
No mini van A weapon of faith
Surely protected by God's hands
This God's plans
Forever gleaming a reflection of grace
I hate when niggas lie Dead in face
Niggas switching On the lord
Back Peddling faith Descendants Of hate
No saving my brethren, Now settle in
It's the wicked mistakes My wickedness craves
Lyrical putting you niggas in graves
No resurrection I've slayed For days I felt betrayed For days I often prayed
No sign of remorse
Till Jehovah shifted the Course
Once a Breathing man Now a corpse
You Can't read between The lines leave you Dead in the middle
My DNA riddles A small city from Indy
Where greed exceeds envy
Killing over two PS that's pussy & pennies
Blissful tones, whispering that I hit em I got em no need to get em
From out his body I sent em
Nightmares of squeezing that semi Hypnic jerks from the henny
Destroying my liver Outside with killers
Vibin with sinners This murderous rhythm
Crafting venom in my Denim to hell where I send em
No need to repent 'em
If Put the fear of God In nigga's am I sinning
Yea
Aye Working that left I done broke the pisiform
Go the distance, most persistence
Hold the pistol
If my index blast, that's a soulless Missile-blow
That's goat dimension
Fear revelation nigga
You been praying for evil people
I see the hate it's deceitful
Lord forgive him I'm lethal
Yearning from my cerebral
Glass pour the elixir half full
Indier need of thirst
Been sowing seeds since birth
Hinder my worth
Seen the devil in church
No peace Amongst the wicked man
Leave niggas 50 before many men
No mini van A weapon of faith
Surely protected by God's hands
This God's plans
Forever gleaming a reflection of grace
I hate when niggas lie Dead in face
Niggas switching On the lord
Back Peddling faith Descendants Of hate
No saving my brethren, Now settle in
It's the wicked mistakes My wickedness craves
Lyrical putting you niggas in graves
No resurrection I've slayed For days I felt betrayed For days I often prayed
No sign of remorse
Till Jehovah shifted the Course
Once a Breathing man Now a corpse
You Can't read between The lines leave you Dead in the middle
My DNA riddles A small city from Indy
Where greed exceeds envy
Killing over two PS that's pussy & pennies
Blissful tones, whispering that I hit em I got em no need to get em
From out his body I sent em
Nightmares of squeezing that semi Hypnic jerks from the henny
Destroying my liver Outside with killers
Vibin with sinners This murderous rhythm
Crafting venom in my Denim to hell where I send em
No need to repent 'em
If Put the fear of God In nigga's am I sinning
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