(Gosha)
(Killheen, are you mad?)
Okay, now call me undercover, bitch, I'm on my FBI shit
Missile launcher in my fucking pocket like I'm ISIS
GTA City, yeah, you know that's where my vice is
One full-auto clip is all I need to cause a crisis
Thermal scope informant, go and tell me where his eye is
Red beam on his body gon' determine when his life ends
Talking 'bout my money, but you broke, and you got no bands
Isolated in my fucking ice, I ain't got no friends
Okay, now call me undercover, bitch, I'm doin' my thang
And ho, I'm blazing down your block, I'm putting dirt on this paint
I took a detour on the e-way, bitch, I'm switchin' the lane
I'm gettin' money, little dummy, heard you still grabbin' chains
This shit a push start, pedal to the metal, then I go hard (wait)
No cards, bitch just hit my line-up for some Goyard (hmm)
Go far, clocked 97 in a go-cart (brr)
Blowhards, bitch, we strapped tighter than the Death Star (let's go)
Yeah, bitch, we back at again
But you can pray to any god, but you ain't making amends
And if you ask me who the prod', I told 'em Gosha the man
I got a hundred fucking traumas, and I'll live 'em again
Ayy, ayy, and, bitch, I know that they don't like me
Burner on my back with a laser and a bright beam
For any fuckin' shitter tryna diss me in this rap scene
I'll have your ass runnin' like a 30 in this PC
Okay, now call me undercover, bitch, I'm on my FBI shit
Missile launcher in my fucking pocket like I'm ISIS
GTA City, yeah, you know that's where my vice is
One full-auto clip is all I need to cause a crisis
Thermal scope informant, go and tell me where his eye is
Red beam on his body gon' determine when his life ends
Talking 'bout my money, but you broke, and you got no bands
Isolated in my fucking ice, I ain't got no friends
Yeah, when I got that shit inside my hands, I'm omnipotent (yeah)
For a cold world filled with murderers and heathens
Take one fucking dip and you gon' drown inside the deep end
Everybody barking for the beef until you feed them
All my life, I'm runnin', but I'm tired of playing defense
They ask me why I'm crazy, I just haven't found my peace yet
They ask me why I'm angry, I'm just tired of all the beatings
Fuck these cold nights, I've been freezing every evening
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(Gosha)
(Killheen, are you mad?)