Everything after this point gets real grimy, you know what I'm saying
Chronicles from the ill side
Jack nor Jill couldn't spot me over this hillside
Spittin' real vibes
Flow is dry as Chief Keef knees, although I still slide
Haha, but for real though
No pause, I'm killin' rappers in real time
Niggas steady braggin' bout how they sick but they feel fine
Flow with these seas, wouldn't hand you my lifeline
These lines from my mind might expand your lifetime
It's the black art of niggas pushin' weight like bas carts
If you was that smart, you'd know this track was a bad start
Comin' off the dome, but that whole 16 was premeditated
Talk about your ride to the top, but nigga, you barely made it
Niggas tryna kill me, I'm sleep like Rip Van
Niggas tryna fix me, I ain't worried bout shit, man
Step in my yard and watch 'em sink in my quicksand
Your best chance is hiring a 60 second hit, man
Nigga
Now let's proceed
Why
Why do you sell drugs, Tristan
How do I tell my father like a twig in a tornado I got caught up in this shit
How do I tell him that my loyalty to my friends was like a curse and a blessing at the same time
Yet here he is, standing in front of me, waiting for an answer
But I don't have one
All I can say is
Cuz I'm good at it
Rosewood Swing - 60 Sec Hitman Lyrics
Rosewood Swing - 60 Sec Hitman Lyrics
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Everything after this point gets real grimy, you know what I'm saying
Chronicles from the ill side
Jack nor Jill couldn't spot me over this hillside
Spittin' real vibes
Flow is dry as Chief Keef knees, although I still slide
Haha, but for real though
No pause, I'm killin' rappers in real time
Niggas steady braggin' bout how they sick but they feel fine
Flow with these seas, wouldn't hand you my lifeline
These lines from my mind might expand your lifetime
It's the black art of niggas pushin' weight like bas carts
If you was that smart, you'd know this track was a bad start
Comin' off the dome, but that whole 16 was premeditated
Talk about your ride to the top, but nigga, you barely made it
Niggas tryna kill me, I'm sleep like Rip Van
Niggas tryna fix me, I ain't worried bout shit, man
Step in my yard and watch 'em sink in my quicksand
Your best chance is hiring a 60 second hit, man
Nigga
Now let's proceed
Why
Why do you sell drugs, Tristan
How do I tell my father like a twig in a tornado I got caught up in this shit
How do I tell him that my loyalty to my friends was like a curse and a blessing at the same time
Yet here he is, standing in front of me, waiting for an answer
But I don't have one
All I can say is
Cuz I'm good at it
Chronicles from the ill side
Jack nor Jill couldn't spot me over this hillside
Spittin' real vibes
Flow is dry as Chief Keef knees, although I still slide
Haha, but for real though
No pause, I'm killin' rappers in real time
Niggas steady braggin' bout how they sick but they feel fine
Flow with these seas, wouldn't hand you my lifeline
These lines from my mind might expand your lifetime
It's the black art of niggas pushin' weight like bas carts
If you was that smart, you'd know this track was a bad start
Comin' off the dome, but that whole 16 was premeditated
Talk about your ride to the top, but nigga, you barely made it
Niggas tryna kill me, I'm sleep like Rip Van
Niggas tryna fix me, I ain't worried bout shit, man
Step in my yard and watch 'em sink in my quicksand
Your best chance is hiring a 60 second hit, man
Nigga
Now let's proceed
Why
Why do you sell drugs, Tristan
How do I tell my father like a twig in a tornado I got caught up in this shit
How do I tell him that my loyalty to my friends was like a curse and a blessing at the same time
Yet here he is, standing in front of me, waiting for an answer
But I don't have one
All I can say is
Cuz I'm good at it
Writer: Keith Greer
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