a kind of killing See paranoia will destroy ya And I got a lot, maybe too much for ya My veins are swelling, stress wracks my brain The point where my
this world and killed it So rich that your cash has made you blind You don't give a fuck about us My patience is too thin to try Your kind was made
closer (I am driving with the tank full) I?m okay, I don?t see beyond the shore (Sun is blistering black top road) I?m okay, I don?t have to do the killing
us We will not exist disappeared from the faces of the earth But when the clock strikes 12 all hell breaks lose We are the people with the plots and we all kill
I am Neva have ya seen in ya lifetime A more divine southern rapper Wit a swag like mine Facin? all kind of time But smile like I?m fine Brag with such
Verse 2:] Big dick, bitch, big balls We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul The same kind that aim 9's, insane conscious Then we get rid of +The Rock+ like Duane Johnson Lady killer
autistic life Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless And please don't mistake weakness for kindness I fuck with
thong Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run I ain't fuckin' wit' yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove Let yo legs move be
with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life. Success agreed with me with
with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life. Success agreed with
give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. White boys with tattoos, We are pointing right at you, We are breaking
here I am Neva have ya seen in ya lifetime A more devine southern rapper wit a swag like mine Facin all kind of time But smile like im fine Brag with
cong their fingers on the trigger we wont be here for long. They killed MLK and named a day after him, they killed JFK and named an airport after him
point like my outfit matchin' my kicks I'm cockin' this fifth, faggot niggaz all on my dick With a heart full of fire, I ain't givin' an inch Take my kindness
this world, and killed it. So rich that your cash has made you blind, you don't give a fuck about us. My patience is too thin to try. Your kind was made
Papadopoulous I know but I write from this heart with this So I've got some things to work on My moodiness like masturbation gets its jerk on My fascination with
will not exist disappeared from the faces of the earth But when the clock strikes 12 all hell breaks lose [We are the people with the plots and we all kill