You finally have destroyed all the good in me Face to face, there's nothing left inside of me (Face to face) A soulless shell, I'm so incomplete (A soulless
moe, now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest,
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot with the rubber glock Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot Peace to the players who crush a
at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then
and end over your head, don't make me gun butt it Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds
the beat But never take the rucked out of the rhyme Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional Your whole style is promotional A dead giveaway
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
' bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral Serve this lobbyist, strangle your
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[Intro:] I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see
yours I need a suite with the flowers Complementary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse The World Is Yours
favor Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot Peace to the players who
a fuckin fool nigga No limit soldiers knock your head off your shoulders We done showed you that we been bout puttin in work But you bout to have your dick knocked dead
cat off the top open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got what no limit soldiers kickin' up dust in your face rowdy rowdy when we march
anybody that want it or got jewels run it And end over your head, don't make me gun butt it Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach And flash the
it, move it all around While I, cook it, bag it, move a couple pounds It's just money, I'll spend a couple thou To get your little itty bitty crew buried
21 gun salute Your last words be "Please jungle don't shoot" Pussy, I'll put a slug between your eyes And stand there and watch your punk ass die I know your