shadow11's
Working on my karma
This shit never working
Need some meds it's urgent
Messy, I'm a surgeon
Staying clean, detergent
Searching for its purpose
Eyeing what be lurking, swear these snakes be playing sermon
But bitch I'm always learning gotta get ahead it's worth it
I got no attention span and she know that I love them bands
Quick withdraw, that slight of hand
Not talking about no perc
Get to shooting number 30, you was expecting Stephen Curry
But I'm talking extended clip
Yeah I know it's magazine
Watch me rip a page of his, this pen be speaking in hieroglyph
Menace to society, I'm O dawg with a school degree
Can you feel the irony, I skate, ingrain then wash with bleach
Bitch boy fuck your Cuban link
Homie ain't Raekwon and Ghost
Call me SZA, love galore
Mic be spraying, shed some gore
Watch your mouth or it be yours
Pisces boy I swim in pours
This ain't no fucking hobby, kill them all, need rapper bodies
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Saber, Kyd, that's my kin
Shadow, Sonic, we some twins
My grandmama just left the hospital the other day
Had some surgery to fix her vision
and that shit it kills my soul
(Why?)
I'm not the grandson she envisioned
All that's left is these addictions
To my vices, I keep rolling all these dices
To be loved is to be seen
So why when I look up in the mirror all I see is broken dreams
25 and with no means to do what's best for my genes
Rather end it up at this moment then to put these seeds to waste
Keep that glock right round my waist
Case somebody get jiggy with me
Smoke 'em like squares, they stiggies to me
Bae let's have a quickie, I can give you a couple hickeys
With the way I salute the pussy, have you saying "Boy, at ease"
Yeah this life is tough
But I'm tougher than I seem.
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Saber, Kyd, that's my kin
Shadow, Sonic, we some twins
I be kicking rocks with my shadow, they 11's
Twinning with my boo, and the date is 9/11
Saber got me hungry, did he pass me weed or music
Hope that I can get a bag as fat as the three stooges
Watch me fucking feast, empty tummy when I eat
My pen be leaking blood, bleed, paper sheets be so deceased
Death's whistle in the breeze, counting up all the green
I'm falling like the trees but Sabey baby never leave
Bitch I'm back on monochrome, I feel alone this monologue
Curtain call with no applause
I'm Gucci mane with all the sauce
Best rapper with no pause
Baby Weezy Fireman, I'm Carter 2, I Hit Em Up
Empty stomach, eat em up
My Melody be shooting
This song name Kuromi
Hello to her Kitty all her lives I've just stolen
Just talking shit
Usopp when he flinch
She said i can bring a friend but she ain't know it was Kyd
Bitch I'm a target
Don't care bout the profit
Don't care bout the margin
You talkin then haunting
Bitch I'm a target
Don't care bout the profit
Don't care bout the margin
You talkin then-
This shit never working
Need some meds it's urgent
Messy, I'm a surgeon
Staying clean, detergent
Searching for its purpose
Eyeing what be lurking, swear these snakes be playing sermon
But bitch I'm always learning gotta get ahead it's worth it
I got no attention span and she know that I love them bands
Quick withdraw, that slight of hand
Not talking about no perc
Get to shooting number 30, you was expecting Stephen Curry
But I'm talking extended clip
Yeah I know it's magazine
Watch me rip a page of his, this pen be speaking in hieroglyph
Menace to society, I'm O dawg with a school degree
Can you feel the irony, I skate, ingrain then wash with bleach
Bitch boy fuck your Cuban link
Homie ain't Raekwon and Ghost
Call me SZA, love galore
Mic be spraying, shed some gore
Watch your mouth or it be yours
Pisces boy I swim in pours
This ain't no fucking hobby, kill them all, need rapper bodies
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Saber, Kyd, that's my kin
Shadow, Sonic, we some twins
My grandmama just left the hospital the other day
Had some surgery to fix her vision
and that shit it kills my soul
(Why?)
I'm not the grandson she envisioned
All that's left is these addictions
To my vices, I keep rolling all these dices
To be loved is to be seen
So why when I look up in the mirror all I see is broken dreams
25 and with no means to do what's best for my genes
Rather end it up at this moment then to put these seeds to waste
Keep that glock right round my waist
Case somebody get jiggy with me
Smoke 'em like squares, they stiggies to me
Bae let's have a quickie, I can give you a couple hickeys
With the way I salute the pussy, have you saying "Boy, at ease"
Yeah this life is tough
But I'm tougher than I seem.
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Got my shadow, got my brother
Tell me what else do I need?
Saber, Kyd, that's my kin
Shadow, Sonic, we some twins
I be kicking rocks with my shadow, they 11's
Twinning with my boo, and the date is 9/11
Saber got me hungry, did he pass me weed or music
Hope that I can get a bag as fat as the three stooges
Watch me fucking feast, empty tummy when I eat
My pen be leaking blood, bleed, paper sheets be so deceased
Death's whistle in the breeze, counting up all the green
I'm falling like the trees but Sabey baby never leave
Bitch I'm back on monochrome, I feel alone this monologue
Curtain call with no applause
I'm Gucci mane with all the sauce
Best rapper with no pause
Baby Weezy Fireman, I'm Carter 2, I Hit Em Up
Empty stomach, eat em up
My Melody be shooting
This song name Kuromi
Hello to her Kitty all her lives I've just stolen
Just talking shit
Usopp when he flinch
She said i can bring a friend but she ain't know it was Kyd
Bitch I'm a target
Don't care bout the profit
Don't care bout the margin
You talkin then haunting
Bitch I'm a target
Don't care bout the profit
Don't care bout the margin
You talkin then-
Credits
Writer(s): Sonny From The Village, Saber From The Village
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