death - jack $limez & siimpson x lyrics
[hook: siimpson x]
i go straight to the bag, i don’t fumble (yeah)
too many rappers they mumble like whoa
do it for money, i don’t trust a hoe
2020 got the vision to blow
too many demons be telling me lies
i smoke it and cough it then i blow an o
pour me the lean in the glass so i doze
i got the secrets for the fashion, like joe (yeah)
[verse 1: jack $limez]
these n*ggas in trouble, my name all columns
f*ck n*ggas whiling
first on the job and these b*tches gon’ follow
i’m causing a scene & these n*ggas got problems
linеs might be hard opposition of violence
i’m tryna makе money, less money divided
some n*ggas is talking, well power is silence
n*ggas confused & they can’t pick a side
you must have gone crazy and f*ck it’s decided
mentally hurt don’t need pillies on mileage
i just had my lean, baby boy kinda flying
first on the jaw & you down & you crying
f*cking this sh*t & i’m not even trying
can’t handle this sh*t i told you i got it
i’m hitting it home, i ain’t popping my collar
eyes h*lla low & i ain’t even asian
eyes h*lla bold, i might turn super saiyan
n*ggas is demons & i’m demon slaying
sicko on lean & i’m looking like satan
i’m an og i swear i ain’t faking
peak in my history, the history we making
got an award that you thought you were taking
n*gga stop hating, i know that you shaking
i know you hiding cause you know we dangerous
[verse 2: siimpson x]
i gotta be ruthless, you n*ggas are useless
when a kid rapping, they think it’s a movie
watch how i move to the money, like gucci
this is too easy, like rolling a doobie
some of these n*ggas be moving like groupies
they copy and paste everything cause they newbies
ya’ll always gossip, my dreams are too loud
too many cats in the game wanna beef
don’t play with the siimpson, the lord of the rings
watch how you talk to me n*gga
bury the opps, it’s a hit and you know it my n*gga, i hop on the beat like a zombie
designer my jeans and i rock it like bobby
i run to the bag, like i’m bolt
too many flows in my brain wanna sink to my soul
25k for a show, f*cking every b*tch, when like a ghost
be gone motherf*cker, i’m a goat when i smoke
i got the game in the choke, n*ggas wanna go
[interlude: raymond reddington]
people say that youth is wasted on the young, i disagree
i believe that wisdom is wasted on the old
[hook: siimpson x]
i go straight to the bag, i don’t fumble (yeah)
too many rappers they mumble like whoa
do it for money, i don’t trust a hoe
2020 got the vision to blow
too many demons be telling me lies
i smoke it and cough it then i blow an o
pour me the lean in the glass so i doze
i got the secrets for the fashion, like joe (yeah)
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