Wussup, My name is Son
On this track, I came to run
I'm playing in a game of fun
I'm playing till the game is won
When that gun "Bang Bang" you run
Should it be the bullets we, blame the guns...
I'ma forgiver
Tryna be delivered
From denial, crying rivers
Cold blooded killer, he Shivers
With that trigger on his liver...
He running, like feet be
He Wonder, like Stevie
This tunnel, is Creepy
This jungle of beasts be
So Hungered, to eat me...
Why yo son in them streets
Cover him up, so he don't need no gun in his sheets
Because he could be the one lying under them sheets
To rise from above, you must come from beneath
I ain't gotta joke to tell, man I swear to God I'm broke as hell... I just got bars, like soap that smell...
These folks tell, folktales... And smoke L's...
I'm talking loud, with low eyes... Mid smokers, blow highs... Let me elevate, as my flow rise...
You can't walk in my shoes, that grow in size...
So no surprise, when I override... Feeling like I'm in overdrive...
Over over, overkilling what I overkill... Like kosher, you know I know I know the deal...
Son.Wts - 10/31 Bars, Pt. 1 Lyrics
Son.Wts - 10/31 Bars, Pt. 1 Lyrics
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Wussup, My name is Son
On this track, I came to run
I'm playing in a game of fun
I'm playing till the game is won
When that gun "Bang Bang" you run
Should it be the bullets we, blame the guns...
I'ma forgiver
Tryna be delivered
From denial, crying rivers
Cold blooded killer, he Shivers
With that trigger on his liver...
He running, like feet be
He Wonder, like Stevie
This tunnel, is Creepy
This jungle of beasts be
So Hungered, to eat me...
Why yo son in them streets
Cover him up, so he don't need no gun in his sheets
Because he could be the one lying under them sheets
To rise from above, you must come from beneath
I ain't gotta joke to tell, man I swear to God I'm broke as hell... I just got bars, like soap that smell...
These folks tell, folktales... And smoke L's...
I'm talking loud, with low eyes... Mid smokers, blow highs... Let me elevate, as my flow rise...
You can't walk in my shoes, that grow in size...
So no surprise, when I override... Feeling like I'm in overdrive...
Over over, overkilling what I overkill... Like kosher, you know I know I know the deal...
On this track, I came to run
I'm playing in a game of fun
I'm playing till the game is won
When that gun "Bang Bang" you run
Should it be the bullets we, blame the guns...
I'ma forgiver
Tryna be delivered
From denial, crying rivers
Cold blooded killer, he Shivers
With that trigger on his liver...
He running, like feet be
He Wonder, like Stevie
This tunnel, is Creepy
This jungle of beasts be
So Hungered, to eat me...
Why yo son in them streets
Cover him up, so he don't need no gun in his sheets
Because he could be the one lying under them sheets
To rise from above, you must come from beneath
I ain't gotta joke to tell, man I swear to God I'm broke as hell... I just got bars, like soap that smell...
These folks tell, folktales... And smoke L's...
I'm talking loud, with low eyes... Mid smokers, blow highs... Let me elevate, as my flow rise...
You can't walk in my shoes, that grow in size...
So no surprise, when I override... Feeling like I'm in overdrive...
Over over, overkilling what I overkill... Like kosher, you know I know I know the deal...
Writer: Keeson Coleman
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