BOUNTY

Blood on my boots, stain, stain, stain, stain
Blood on my boots, pick up the pace
Spike the murder rate do that shit everyday
Woah, shut up, fuck up, I can't concentrate
Tryna spike the murder rate with these songs
I'm feeling like after this I might have to go hit the bong
Chapter six, time for the epilogue, yeah, yeah
Feeling like John Marston, kicking in the door with

YG Spartan, in the industry
Just for him to put all that weight on me, it's time
To put the weight on me, activate it I've been frustrated
Cause they're not even taking into consideration
The fact that I've been repping the team from day fucking one, day one ish
It's my game, mind your biz
Don't fucking try
To act like you know what I'm going

To do, you don't know shit, shit, you ain't even lit like me, I was going at a high speed
You could never be at, be at, be at, be at, the pinnacle, pinnacle, step aside, all my
Enemies, I'm unbearable, unalike, and I have my competition, I'm dropping 'em left, right, left, right, left, right like Mike Tyson or Merryweather
That kind of an advanced rhyme scheme, I'm the highest scoring and pouring blood, sweat and tears into a throwaway
Going in the DeLorean I just want to fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, flying all the way, like an eagle bitch
I'm going off into your dome like a desert eagle bitch