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face my patience - mercykill lyrics
[chorus]
i just want to rob or steal sh*t
k!ll a motherf*cker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when i ride
that blunt hittin’, wrist slitted i’ma meet god
tell that motherf*cker die right now
i’m getting high right now, touch the sky
wanna be numb right now, don’t know why
really don’t like this life that i got
but i’ma make the best of it till i rot
empty empathy don’t really give a f*ck
i empty magazines and still don’t give a f*ck
i run through your pockets, i know i’m coming up
that boy feel funny till we get to buckin’ up
and now he b*tching he don’t see the vision
really think he need to finish the mission
pieced up, 5 feet to the facе
geeked up, how we run to the bank
fist f*ckеd, throw yo body away
glock tucked, what the f*ck you gon’ say?
four*tone purple, blood, mud and waste
that’s f*cked, sosa laugh at the case
that’s tough, see the b*tch in is face
50 say, we gettin’ rich or we ain’t
minimum wage not the way that we rock
rather be dead in a motherf*cking box
[verse]
fist f*cked, throw yo body away
glock tucked, what the f*ck you gone say?
four*tone purple, blood, mud and waste
that’s f*cked, sosa laugh at the case
i got no patience, i got a problem i face it
smoke 50 blunts and i’m sober, i hate this
i got a pump on the road
draco in the trunk, i blast at the foes, i hate hoes
don’t need no b*tch on my payroll
i made this beat and i spit cold
i whip the whip, i got bankroll
headshot when i shoot, hoe
red*dot on that coupe, blow
his head off of a that roof, go
like anywhere that i want to, no f*cks given
[chorus]
i just want to rob or steal sh*t
k!ll a motherf*cker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when i ride
that blunt hittin’, wrist slitted i’ma meet god
tell that motherf*cker die right now
i’m getting high right now, touch the sky
wanna be numb right now, don’t know why
really don’t like this life that i got
but i’ma make the best of it till i rot
empty empathy don’t really give a f*ck
i empty magazines and still don’t give a f*ck
i run through your pockets, i know i’m coming up
that boy feel funny till we get to buckin’ up
and now he b*tching he don’t see the vision
really think he need to finish the mission
pieced up, 5 feet to the face
geeked up, how we run to the bank
fist f*cked, throw yo body away
glock tucked, what the f*ck you gon’ say?
four*tone purple, blood, mud and waste
that’s f*cked, sosa laugh at the case
that’s tough, see the b*tch in is face
50 say, we gettin’ rich or we ain’t
minimum wage not the way that we rock
rather be dead in a motherf*cking box
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