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on my level - kris the $pirit lyrics

[verse 1]
ouija boards, the candles are lit, the spirit is summoned
is he evil? i see my people i’m wondering if there honest
paranoid mind, or they’re wishing i dig my grave and fall in
never mind, i’m pulling my nine my thoughts are venom and carnage
who want it!?
look at the crowd, no comment
came from the gutter though, from it
mobbing the block for b*tches and hundreds, gun in red monkey jeans
in my undies, young in was serving the junkies pocket got chunky
then i got locked i was calling my auntie
momma didn’t want me
i was in thе streets hungry
ready to k!ll
ready to peal thе top off anyone, f*ck that!
just to feel just for the meals
where’s the f*ckin love at!?
had to fail, outta my h*ll i found my self the come back
took major ls on the paper trail but
i’m raising h*ll just trust that
they cannot f*ck with my catalogue
we play with the stick like its *n*logue
i’m bussin my sh*t till the handle off
b*tch i’m king and god
and i be dripping like squeegee
k!lling this sh*t than i repeat
kicking this sh*t with my yeezy, made it look easy!
it’s the big dog, no lynch mob o’shea
ain’t no big talk got a stick drawn portrait (brrddp)
you got switched on, got that b*tch going both ways
she wanna taste i wanted face
(woo)
[chorus]
turn off the gram, come check me
check out my energy, reiki
i’m off the cross
i’m ready i want my vengeance
b*tch i’m machiavelli, stick with the extension, hit’ em up!
f*cked his b*tch, i can’t help with the addictions
i want the flesh out, i want the checks, yes
i want the v*12 in my engines
i want the tinted on the benzes
i want the lambo pull that b*tch up to trench
n*ggas snitching, i must confess (i must confess it)
don’t be switching up on the set, b*tch!
don’t be giving up on me yet
if you’re coming, then come correct, b*tch!

[instrumental]

[verse 2]
kick in the front door
letting my gun blow
f*ck it, i kept it a hundo
i want the bundles, money abundant
you woman been calling the cuddle
jump in the p*ssy, i’m swimming i’m in it
i’m diving, i’m ready to rumble
f*ck it, i shouldn’t my b*tch is so pretty
she skinny but that booty jumbo
i don’t know who they been testing
got a lil bean on the fn
take off the head, beheaded (woo)
i’m so photogenic (woo)
why’s the car so tinted
cause the cops are k!lling
they don’t like my pigment
i do not fold or bend and when demons were all in my head i fed them
tryna put m, on an emblem
spitter like eminem they could not end him
f*ck did you think i’m offended
at the restaurant, let’s just get the guap
i can’t text a lot, b*tch i’m escobar
(woo)
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[chorus]
turn off the gram, come check me
check out my energy, reiki
i’m off the cross i’m ready
i want my vengeance
b*tch i’m machiavelli, stick with the extension, hit ’em up!
f*cked his b*tch, i can’t help with the addictions
i want the flesh out, i want the checks, yes
i want the v*12 in my engines
i want the tinted on the benzes
i want the lambo pull that b*tch up to trench

- kris the pirit lyrics

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