Death Note

Greet me
(Yah)
Like I lost it
Greet me like a fuckin Muslim on porc from guinea
(Yah)
(I'm on the naughty list)
Santa better never come down with his fat ass off the chimney
(Yah)
Smokestake
Want a lot of smoke while my heart is beating like drums
And I'm steamy
(Yah)
Switching gears on'em, putting fear in'em
With a one or two piece combination
I hit the rock, then we cross the metal
This is how we settle things
Settle things, settle things, settle things
(Yah)
My penmanship's cutting edges like swordsmanship
Too sharp for the old man Skip
(Goddamn)
The undisputed GOAT showing showmanship
Three-peat, cause my shit on repeat, better give me three feet, nigga
I smack a bitch every time I see fit (hun)
Nigga, you grounded, barefoot
I'll let your soul free when you're buried six feet deep

I write my rhymes in a Death Note
I guess my Shinigami waits for my last note
He's a mad joke, looking for a damn fault
Here I'm talking bout my way of killing bad folks, with a death stroke
I guess these bad men gonna mad choke
Scare-crawling, begging out the damn GOAT
Scared of Hell, afraid to really take an L
In a cell, trap music got us all compelled
Your mind is all behind bars
Even raising the bar higher can't make you see beyond bars still
So let's chill

Autopilot, how I run my business
God is tryna let 'em see in case I need a witness
Lifting several bars, pressing ops, that's some fitness
Sacrificial lamb on the record, that shit Guinness (Hun)
For forgiveness, the blood of Christ within us
Artificial folks brought that lineage into dimness
I keep on whooping asses, we need to bring back strictness
Mediocre trends everywhere is a sickness



Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Minko
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