Watch your six
Snatch that soul up out his shirt and let that f*cking body rot
Take that chance and let us dance up in Hell's f*ckin' parking lot
Shots inside my mind screaming for cover but that barrels hot
Got nowhere to run so I will never be stopped 'til I am at the top
Take another swing up at the maker 'cause the motherf*cker made us to be faded like the days
Never save a bitch because they always gonna switch up like the blade up in your six so stay away
Layin' on the pavement, what a motherf*ckin' shame, I bet you wish you let 'em go, but you stayed
Now the blade cut yo' face
And you lay, go to waste
And you taste the bitter shit you let a bitch spit up on your name
I don't ever wanna go out with a hang
So I blow up like the trade and leave a motherf*ckin bang
Up the ranks
Climbin' on the heads of pussies doubtin' like a mountain built up by my homies shouting, bitch, we lookin' like a gang
Pussies always totin that thang
But I bet you couldn't beat us if we battle with the hands
Bitches always battle 'cause they racing for the bands
I'ma keep it real and keep on spitting for the fans
Wonder what all of the masses will say when I do end up bein' the goat
Talkin' they shit like they supported it when I sent 'em the links but they ghost
Fake ones they come unlike real ones they go but there's one thing we should always know
It's that the fake motherf*ckers will come like the moths just soon as your name starts to glow
Puttin out a cigarette
On your f*ckin leg
'Til you beg
Pussies put me to the test
I ain't gonna rest
'Til I am the man that people Stan like I'm a god among the lands but I remain the same 'cause I don't give a f*ck about the shit that brings fans
Ice and the bands
I'm a voice from the stands come and take my f*ckin hand 'cause we bang
Bass bump hard in the thang
Spittin like a villain killing cliques with my hands
Changing the game 'cause I'm sick of the shit that these idiots spit so I open a pit
Darken the days, bitch, I put my own twist and I murder this shit, you just have to admit
Take a minute 'cause I did it, bitch, I said I would
Put my name out in the air so you could
Start to make out that the demons emerging from under the wood, I will be understood
Snatch his soul up out his body
We don't need a motherf*ckin shotty
Barkin', bitin' like a rotty, darkness swallows, now he got me and I drop
Straight down to the grounds
Of hell and I'm ready for the future that the man will tell
Pentagram drawn at the gates and I wake to the sound of a big ringing bell
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Watch your six
Snatch that soul up out his shirt and let that f*cking body rot
Take that chance and let us dance up in Hell's f*ckin' parking lot
Shots inside my mind screaming for cover but that barrels hot
Got nowhere to run so I will never be stopped 'til I am at the top
Take another swing up at the maker 'cause the motherf*cker made us to be faded like the days
Never save a bitch because they always gonna switch up like the blade up in your six so stay away
Layin' on the pavement, what a motherf*ckin' shame, I bet you wish you let 'em go, but you stayed
Now the blade cut yo' face
And you lay, go to waste
And you taste the bitter shit you let a bitch spit up on your name
I don't ever wanna go out with a hang
So I blow up like the trade and leave a motherf*ckin bang
Up the ranks
Climbin' on the heads of pussies doubtin' like a mountain built up by my homies shouting, bitch, we lookin' like a gang
Pussies always totin that thang
But I bet you couldn't beat us if we battle with the hands
Bitches always battle 'cause they racing for the bands
I'ma keep it real and keep on spitting for the fans
Wonder what all of the masses will say when I do end up bein' the goat
Talkin' they shit like they supported it when I sent 'em the links but they ghost
Fake ones they come unlike real ones they go but there's one thing we should always know
It's that the fake motherf*ckers will come like the moths just soon as your name starts to glow
Puttin out a cigarette
On your f*ckin leg
'Til you beg
Pussies put me to the test
I ain't gonna rest
'Til I am the man that people Stan like I'm a god among the lands but I remain the same 'cause I don't give a f*ck about the shit that brings fans
Ice and the bands
I'm a voice from the stands come and take my f*ckin hand 'cause we bang
Bass bump hard in the thang
Spittin like a villain killing cliques with my hands
Changing the game 'cause I'm sick of the shit that these idiots spit so I open a pit
Darken the days, bitch, I put my own twist and I murder this shit, you just have to admit
Take a minute 'cause I did it, bitch, I said I would
Put my name out in the air so you could
Start to make out that the demons emerging from under the wood, I will be understood
Snatch his soul up out his body
We don't need a motherf*ckin shotty
Barkin', bitin' like a rotty, darkness swallows, now he got me and I drop
Straight down to the grounds
Of hell and I'm ready for the future that the man will tell
Pentagram drawn at the gates and I wake to the sound of a big ringing bell
Snatch that soul up out his shirt and let that f*cking body rot
Take that chance and let us dance up in Hell's f*ckin' parking lot
Shots inside my mind screaming for cover but that barrels hot
Got nowhere to run so I will never be stopped 'til I am at the top
Take another swing up at the maker 'cause the motherf*cker made us to be faded like the days
Never save a bitch because they always gonna switch up like the blade up in your six so stay away
Layin' on the pavement, what a motherf*ckin' shame, I bet you wish you let 'em go, but you stayed
Now the blade cut yo' face
And you lay, go to waste
And you taste the bitter shit you let a bitch spit up on your name
I don't ever wanna go out with a hang
So I blow up like the trade and leave a motherf*ckin bang
Up the ranks
Climbin' on the heads of pussies doubtin' like a mountain built up by my homies shouting, bitch, we lookin' like a gang
Pussies always totin that thang
But I bet you couldn't beat us if we battle with the hands
Bitches always battle 'cause they racing for the bands
I'ma keep it real and keep on spitting for the fans
Wonder what all of the masses will say when I do end up bein' the goat
Talkin' they shit like they supported it when I sent 'em the links but they ghost
Fake ones they come unlike real ones they go but there's one thing we should always know
It's that the fake motherf*ckers will come like the moths just soon as your name starts to glow
Puttin out a cigarette
On your f*ckin leg
'Til you beg
Pussies put me to the test
I ain't gonna rest
'Til I am the man that people Stan like I'm a god among the lands but I remain the same 'cause I don't give a f*ck about the shit that brings fans
Ice and the bands
I'm a voice from the stands come and take my f*ckin hand 'cause we bang
Bass bump hard in the thang
Spittin like a villain killing cliques with my hands
Changing the game 'cause I'm sick of the shit that these idiots spit so I open a pit
Darken the days, bitch, I put my own twist and I murder this shit, you just have to admit
Take a minute 'cause I did it, bitch, I said I would
Put my name out in the air so you could
Start to make out that the demons emerging from under the wood, I will be understood
Snatch his soul up out his body
We don't need a motherf*ckin shotty
Barkin', bitin' like a rotty, darkness swallows, now he got me and I drop
Straight down to the grounds
Of hell and I'm ready for the future that the man will tell
Pentagram drawn at the gates and I wake to the sound of a big ringing bell
Writer: Kalem Tarrant
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.