Grab my keys
Count my cheese
Watch me as I fade to black
Concentrating on the future nigga I ain't looking back
Couple dead peers man I hate a nigga lost em'
Need to get my shit together know I say that shit too often
Damn I know I say that shit too often
Calling me a backslider guess I'm moonwalking
Satan contemplating waiting on a nigga coffin
Got too much to lose can't get chalked out or locked in
Knew a lil nigga trigger happy with a hot head
Scheming on niggas laid em' down if they got bread
Hit so many stains he f*cked around and got his sack right
Fancy cars fancy broads the thirsty for the bread type
Addicted to the cash infatuated with the good life
Thinking that's the way he can get up out the hood life
Found an escape new state new baby
Had some racks in a duffle so everything looking gravy
Got a call from his mom like give ya life to the lord
Wish he would paid attention but guess he couldn't afford
He was stuck in his ways but he wanted to change
Took one in the brain trying hit that stain
It's SLIGHT!
Thinking of a way to get this guap a lil faster
If I rob these dudes it's gon be me that they come after
Or get a couple bricks and whip and whip it like a master
Snitches just the quickest way for slickers to get at ya
Boomerang affect this shit come back as a disaster
Ever felt the pain when you insist somebody blast ya
It make it hard to breathe like you were suffering from asthma
Talking to the sky ain't got no questions for the pastor
Looking at you funny when you let the plate past ya
I came here for the word why i got to give my cash up
I made it here on e I ain't even got no gas bruh
Preacher in the o 12 cherry avalanche truck
Heard that he got booked on that touching lil kids stuff
Money never went into the church it just got spent up
Never cared about his people it was just a get up
Stressing got my stomach feeling like a million sit ups
Gotta feed my fam cause water only help the hiccups
Modern day slavery plus the plans for us to kill us
Like killers being killed
Or robbers getting robbed
A bully getting whooped
Or a dealers shooting ron
Either way it go she gon come back for what you on
BDOE - Karma (feat. El V) Lyrics
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Grab my keys
Count my cheese
Watch me as I fade to black
Concentrating on the future nigga I ain't looking back
Couple dead peers man I hate a nigga lost em'
Need to get my shit together know I say that shit too often
Damn I know I say that shit too often
Calling me a backslider guess I'm moonwalking
Satan contemplating waiting on a nigga coffin
Got too much to lose can't get chalked out or locked in
Knew a lil nigga trigger happy with a hot head
Scheming on niggas laid em' down if they got bread
Hit so many stains he f*cked around and got his sack right
Fancy cars fancy broads the thirsty for the bread type
Addicted to the cash infatuated with the good life
Thinking that's the way he can get up out the hood life
Found an escape new state new baby
Had some racks in a duffle so everything looking gravy
Got a call from his mom like give ya life to the lord
Wish he would paid attention but guess he couldn't afford
He was stuck in his ways but he wanted to change
Took one in the brain trying hit that stain
It's SLIGHT!
Thinking of a way to get this guap a lil faster
If I rob these dudes it's gon be me that they come after
Or get a couple bricks and whip and whip it like a master
Snitches just the quickest way for slickers to get at ya
Boomerang affect this shit come back as a disaster
Ever felt the pain when you insist somebody blast ya
It make it hard to breathe like you were suffering from asthma
Talking to the sky ain't got no questions for the pastor
Looking at you funny when you let the plate past ya
I came here for the word why i got to give my cash up
I made it here on e I ain't even got no gas bruh
Preacher in the o 12 cherry avalanche truck
Heard that he got booked on that touching lil kids stuff
Money never went into the church it just got spent up
Never cared about his people it was just a get up
Stressing got my stomach feeling like a million sit ups
Gotta feed my fam cause water only help the hiccups
Modern day slavery plus the plans for us to kill us
Like killers being killed
Or robbers getting robbed
A bully getting whooped
Or a dealers shooting ron
Either way it go she gon come back for what you on
Count my cheese
Watch me as I fade to black
Concentrating on the future nigga I ain't looking back
Couple dead peers man I hate a nigga lost em'
Need to get my shit together know I say that shit too often
Damn I know I say that shit too often
Calling me a backslider guess I'm moonwalking
Satan contemplating waiting on a nigga coffin
Got too much to lose can't get chalked out or locked in
Knew a lil nigga trigger happy with a hot head
Scheming on niggas laid em' down if they got bread
Hit so many stains he f*cked around and got his sack right
Fancy cars fancy broads the thirsty for the bread type
Addicted to the cash infatuated with the good life
Thinking that's the way he can get up out the hood life
Found an escape new state new baby
Had some racks in a duffle so everything looking gravy
Got a call from his mom like give ya life to the lord
Wish he would paid attention but guess he couldn't afford
He was stuck in his ways but he wanted to change
Took one in the brain trying hit that stain
It's SLIGHT!
Thinking of a way to get this guap a lil faster
If I rob these dudes it's gon be me that they come after
Or get a couple bricks and whip and whip it like a master
Snitches just the quickest way for slickers to get at ya
Boomerang affect this shit come back as a disaster
Ever felt the pain when you insist somebody blast ya
It make it hard to breathe like you were suffering from asthma
Talking to the sky ain't got no questions for the pastor
Looking at you funny when you let the plate past ya
I came here for the word why i got to give my cash up
I made it here on e I ain't even got no gas bruh
Preacher in the o 12 cherry avalanche truck
Heard that he got booked on that touching lil kids stuff
Money never went into the church it just got spent up
Never cared about his people it was just a get up
Stressing got my stomach feeling like a million sit ups
Gotta feed my fam cause water only help the hiccups
Modern day slavery plus the plans for us to kill us
Like killers being killed
Or robbers getting robbed
A bully getting whooped
Or a dealers shooting ron
Either way it go she gon come back for what you on
Writer: Brennen Whiting, Devon Pryor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid