Too many bodies in the streets
Police keep running outta sheets
Abandoned cars parked by the fleet with bullet casings in the seats
The mayor's office just released another promise they won't keep
They said they'll solve the crime, it's been bout 16 bodies just this week
Man, we don't feel safe
Who is on this case?
F*ck the CID we need CIA
Man, this life our bane
We gon need Bruce Wayne
Firepower with these arms, we gon need Liu Kang
We need military grade top artillery
They saying that they really wanna clip us, they not talking giving fade
They've been digging out the graves
All the bodies all decayed
Can't identify the body less you using DNA
Got the coppers up in arms patrolling the street
Cold as home of crip with AC, not where to be
Blood keeps spilling, guess there's really nothing to see
Grown numb to these visuals, an aesthetic to me
This shit pleasing, decency desert or deceased
Suited to the violence like Kanye at Abbey
All these gangs are well connected with the police
So these man united just to bury the leads
All these kids in gangs are stripped off their empathy
They just see a target, you a free shopping spree
If they spot, light him, take the shine off of him
Taught to kill them and whoever's crying for them
Getting knocked the only way the cycle will end
Men will pause when something so hot flashes in them
They will go from you to us and target the kid
His direct at me, I bleed, then never again
You are stuck in Pan's Labrynth get clapped by the cans
Left his body pale, man, he had ice in his hands
Diamonds in the shape of water, they had no words when they also found some fish scales stuck on the man
If they ever test you out here boy I'm just praying
That they catch you with your burner, Kevin Durant
If you lack toast you know they will milk you and drain
Sniff out every cent on you, they'll hound you and claim
Gives them great joy, stick you up, it's part of the game
No controls, they X'ing squares for O's if they fail, that's just L1, they'll restart try angle again
Man, this newer gen accord less wired and sane
The first man to be killed was murdered by Kane
All these years they still get killed cos of 'caine
Don't be skimming, keep it whole, don't milk from the gang
You can't hide a penny cos your head will get flamed
Harrison Ford, gotta watch for snakes when moving rock cos gang fold on
Harrison Ford, I don't need no gun or crew I'm in here, hands, solo
Harrison Ford, I run a blade across your face and skin it out
Harrison Ford, cos if I got that chopper know I'm crashing out
Don't say none about an ammo, I got guns so play it cool
Or the heat gon give your ass a sun tan after I bake
Ooo you were talking mad shit, now you all "naa naa"
Imma lift the mac, brown gon fall straight out his ass down
Nigga claim he run the streets, and he claims I'm mad he does it
Man, who got a qualm, me?
Safer if he ran the abbey
Call me sir, war ready, better bring your army here
Such a maniac with the K, SM channeling saw in spirit
Man y'all not ready
All of y'all gon get it
I won't back down, cause the boy Tom Petty
That's to all y'all Jerry's
These rats in my hair, it's only right that I'm cooking with this ratat tooly
I am on my bully
On the hunt, I'm goonie
Find his stash what he dreads, might be Ruud Gullit
Might be who pull it
Might be who shoot it
Might be the one at the end of the bullet
Hold on, wait a minute
Go wrong you'll regret it
C'mon never been a top boy, who you kidding?
Only sully your name, when he see a shell he just run
That ain't how I'm moulded, I could make them fear a nail gun
Bullets don't announce themselves, they don't need no welcome
They will hit you out of left field, call em Barry Bonds
They know you are soft, you get caught they all in jail but ain't a dead man that has ever told a tale once
They label you a rat, don't rate you, root you out, get rid of ya
The patent Peter Pettigrews, they blacking on them, serious
Headed by the head of herd, they hard headed, don't hear enough
They fueled by the fire of fury, flaw is they don't fear enough
They're brash abrasive bastards, basically cos they can't bear it rough
Grown on grains, to go from grass to grace they gotta gear it up
Cold in caves, they crave a clover change so they can clear it up
Sold as slaves, their somber souls get saved their sins they'll seer if off
Jesus take the wheel I'm tired of the devil steering us
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Too many bodies in the streets
Police keep running outta sheets
Abandoned cars parked by the fleet with bullet casings in the seats
The mayor's office just released another promise they won't keep
They said they'll solve the crime, it's been bout 16 bodies just this week
Man, we don't feel safe
Who is on this case?
F*ck the CID we need CIA
Man, this life our bane
We gon need Bruce Wayne
Firepower with these arms, we gon need Liu Kang
We need military grade top artillery
They saying that they really wanna clip us, they not talking giving fade
They've been digging out the graves
All the bodies all decayed
Can't identify the body less you using DNA
Got the coppers up in arms patrolling the street
Cold as home of crip with AC, not where to be
Blood keeps spilling, guess there's really nothing to see
Grown numb to these visuals, an aesthetic to me
This shit pleasing, decency desert or deceased
Suited to the violence like Kanye at Abbey
All these gangs are well connected with the police
So these man united just to bury the leads
All these kids in gangs are stripped off their empathy
They just see a target, you a free shopping spree
If they spot, light him, take the shine off of him
Taught to kill them and whoever's crying for them
Getting knocked the only way the cycle will end
Men will pause when something so hot flashes in them
They will go from you to us and target the kid
His direct at me, I bleed, then never again
You are stuck in Pan's Labrynth get clapped by the cans
Left his body pale, man, he had ice in his hands
Diamonds in the shape of water, they had no words when they also found some fish scales stuck on the man
If they ever test you out here boy I'm just praying
That they catch you with your burner, Kevin Durant
If you lack toast you know they will milk you and drain
Sniff out every cent on you, they'll hound you and claim
Gives them great joy, stick you up, it's part of the game
No controls, they X'ing squares for O's if they fail, that's just L1, they'll restart try angle again
Man, this newer gen accord less wired and sane
The first man to be killed was murdered by Kane
All these years they still get killed cos of 'caine
Don't be skimming, keep it whole, don't milk from the gang
You can't hide a penny cos your head will get flamed
Harrison Ford, gotta watch for snakes when moving rock cos gang fold on
Harrison Ford, I don't need no gun or crew I'm in here, hands, solo
Harrison Ford, I run a blade across your face and skin it out
Harrison Ford, cos if I got that chopper know I'm crashing out
Don't say none about an ammo, I got guns so play it cool
Or the heat gon give your ass a sun tan after I bake
Ooo you were talking mad shit, now you all "naa naa"
Imma lift the mac, brown gon fall straight out his ass down
Nigga claim he run the streets, and he claims I'm mad he does it
Man, who got a qualm, me?
Safer if he ran the abbey
Call me sir, war ready, better bring your army here
Such a maniac with the K, SM channeling saw in spirit
Man y'all not ready
All of y'all gon get it
I won't back down, cause the boy Tom Petty
That's to all y'all Jerry's
These rats in my hair, it's only right that I'm cooking with this ratat tooly
I am on my bully
On the hunt, I'm goonie
Find his stash what he dreads, might be Ruud Gullit
Might be who pull it
Might be who shoot it
Might be the one at the end of the bullet
Hold on, wait a minute
Go wrong you'll regret it
C'mon never been a top boy, who you kidding?
Only sully your name, when he see a shell he just run
That ain't how I'm moulded, I could make them fear a nail gun
Bullets don't announce themselves, they don't need no welcome
They will hit you out of left field, call em Barry Bonds
They know you are soft, you get caught they all in jail but ain't a dead man that has ever told a tale once
They label you a rat, don't rate you, root you out, get rid of ya
The patent Peter Pettigrews, they blacking on them, serious
Headed by the head of herd, they hard headed, don't hear enough
They fueled by the fire of fury, flaw is they don't fear enough
They're brash abrasive bastards, basically cos they can't bear it rough
Grown on grains, to go from grass to grace they gotta gear it up
Cold in caves, they crave a clover change so they can clear it up
Sold as slaves, their somber souls get saved their sins they'll seer if off
Jesus take the wheel I'm tired of the devil steering us
Police keep running outta sheets
Abandoned cars parked by the fleet with bullet casings in the seats
The mayor's office just released another promise they won't keep
They said they'll solve the crime, it's been bout 16 bodies just this week
Man, we don't feel safe
Who is on this case?
F*ck the CID we need CIA
Man, this life our bane
We gon need Bruce Wayne
Firepower with these arms, we gon need Liu Kang
We need military grade top artillery
They saying that they really wanna clip us, they not talking giving fade
They've been digging out the graves
All the bodies all decayed
Can't identify the body less you using DNA
Got the coppers up in arms patrolling the street
Cold as home of crip with AC, not where to be
Blood keeps spilling, guess there's really nothing to see
Grown numb to these visuals, an aesthetic to me
This shit pleasing, decency desert or deceased
Suited to the violence like Kanye at Abbey
All these gangs are well connected with the police
So these man united just to bury the leads
All these kids in gangs are stripped off their empathy
They just see a target, you a free shopping spree
If they spot, light him, take the shine off of him
Taught to kill them and whoever's crying for them
Getting knocked the only way the cycle will end
Men will pause when something so hot flashes in them
They will go from you to us and target the kid
His direct at me, I bleed, then never again
You are stuck in Pan's Labrynth get clapped by the cans
Left his body pale, man, he had ice in his hands
Diamonds in the shape of water, they had no words when they also found some fish scales stuck on the man
If they ever test you out here boy I'm just praying
That they catch you with your burner, Kevin Durant
If you lack toast you know they will milk you and drain
Sniff out every cent on you, they'll hound you and claim
Gives them great joy, stick you up, it's part of the game
No controls, they X'ing squares for O's if they fail, that's just L1, they'll restart try angle again
Man, this newer gen accord less wired and sane
The first man to be killed was murdered by Kane
All these years they still get killed cos of 'caine
Don't be skimming, keep it whole, don't milk from the gang
You can't hide a penny cos your head will get flamed
Harrison Ford, gotta watch for snakes when moving rock cos gang fold on
Harrison Ford, I don't need no gun or crew I'm in here, hands, solo
Harrison Ford, I run a blade across your face and skin it out
Harrison Ford, cos if I got that chopper know I'm crashing out
Don't say none about an ammo, I got guns so play it cool
Or the heat gon give your ass a sun tan after I bake
Ooo you were talking mad shit, now you all "naa naa"
Imma lift the mac, brown gon fall straight out his ass down
Nigga claim he run the streets, and he claims I'm mad he does it
Man, who got a qualm, me?
Safer if he ran the abbey
Call me sir, war ready, better bring your army here
Such a maniac with the K, SM channeling saw in spirit
Man y'all not ready
All of y'all gon get it
I won't back down, cause the boy Tom Petty
That's to all y'all Jerry's
These rats in my hair, it's only right that I'm cooking with this ratat tooly
I am on my bully
On the hunt, I'm goonie
Find his stash what he dreads, might be Ruud Gullit
Might be who pull it
Might be who shoot it
Might be the one at the end of the bullet
Hold on, wait a minute
Go wrong you'll regret it
C'mon never been a top boy, who you kidding?
Only sully your name, when he see a shell he just run
That ain't how I'm moulded, I could make them fear a nail gun
Bullets don't announce themselves, they don't need no welcome
They will hit you out of left field, call em Barry Bonds
They know you are soft, you get caught they all in jail but ain't a dead man that has ever told a tale once
They label you a rat, don't rate you, root you out, get rid of ya
The patent Peter Pettigrews, they blacking on them, serious
Headed by the head of herd, they hard headed, don't hear enough
They fueled by the fire of fury, flaw is they don't fear enough
They're brash abrasive bastards, basically cos they can't bear it rough
Grown on grains, to go from grass to grace they gotta gear it up
Cold in caves, they crave a clover change so they can clear it up
Sold as slaves, their somber souls get saved their sins they'll seer if off
Jesus take the wheel I'm tired of the devil steering us
Writer: Kwasi Budu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid