Intro

And this the
Murder season
Lyrically I'm cursed to be
Murder in the first degree
Always irking me and smirking me
Coming over me with urgency
Hot as fucking mercury
Flying over 3rd degree uh
Aint no black belt this more a burgundy
Like the blood on leaves or the trees when I murder the
Pencil bleed
Write it so it gets out to my mini-me's
Shout out to my enemies
I be poppin' shit until infinite
But fuck a 9 to 5
I'm a badass til I die
You can see me getting high
Is that a plane or a guy
Well the words that he's fly
Heard that the boy's high
No pimp touch the sky Lil homies back alive
And he's back taking lives
And it don't matter
Cause I've been on my new shit my new shit clatter
Trynna write fast but my brain takes the ladder
And jumps in outer space and leaves me on Saturn
Oh
Oh I know
That my mind ain't all I know
Cause I black out on the flow
And start killing all these hoes
This the type of shit you mu fuckas ain't be running with
This cold as Ice Cube in Compton with the dummy sick
Leavin with the money quick
Rock a fella faster
Or Rockafeller bastard
Either way it goes get the money get it mastered
I rock you with the flow that I chose when I was plastered
Leave me with yo hoes at yo shows you a bastard
Standing on my money it feel like a sand castle
So I'm ending everybody in my way right now
And tell that mu fucka in my lane pipe down
Cause I be skirting past em with my headlights out
If you can see my flying you a dead boy now
Imma take you to the sky and let your parachute out
With cut cable ties whatcha gonna do now
Shit a fall this high over street ka pow
So i bring you to the ocean let the sea play foul
Uh see food now
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I'm making music like history
My problem is my misery
The places that I witness ain't no kin to me
I'm standing up defensively
My chopper shoot a centipede
Lyrically a feared MC
Nobody coming near the me
I got that mic gripped hard then its meant to be
My Wu-Tang shit
I'm drawing swords at the enemy
But my clan It
I'm pulling cords on anybody
Who say they own my clique
Yea own my shit
Yea the flow that I be fucking
She cumming I'm still humping
Nobody can keep my cuffed in
I'm Wyling like K's husband
On codeine without the stuffing
My eyes low yea I be buzzing
A bee but my sting honey
Addicted to cream money uh
This is just the intro
It's welcoming to my album
If you choose to further proceed
Then I hope you see the outcome
Of this murder first degree
And I hope if you witness me
That you know your gonna die
So it's over for you
So peace