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I own three keys for three whips
And I fly more than I drive, bitch, the phone on auto-pilot
Bodies stackin' like my money, 'cause the switch flipped to silent
I've been keepin' to myself, because the quick tick of violence
I've been keepin' my record clean as a whistle for a reason
When I up at your neck with a pistol, releasin' my demons
Bodies hit the floor, blood decorate the Vince
Cops comin' through the door, luckily a first offense
I'ma plead insanity, say the Devil was darin' me
Told me he could fulfill any fantasy, it was scarin' me
Lights out, fill the hospital with extra patients
My gun love pussies and my bullets do the rapin'
Clear the lobby like a hobby, I ain't hit no Russian nigga
Ditch the .9 and grab the shotty, then I get to bustin' niggas
I feel invincible with TECs and a vest
And I see an individual die to the hit, to the neck
Give me a high like I'm smoking the dankest, not meth
But I'm prayin' to death I don't pick up the sin or a droplet of sweat
Bitch, on your feet, open eyes, look at me
You gon' die, you gon' see, that's on me, and my kill, vro
Bear on your jaw, ho, bullets you gon' swallow
Red, paint her pale face, it look like shirt on Waldo
Whoa, I don't even feel my soul, I ain't even here no more
Bitch, I went ghost,
When the bullet hit, I froze, I downed all my foes
I stay ten toes,
I hit a fence in the distance, good thing I killed every witness
Bitch, I'm straight, don't matter,
I plan on resistin', killin' me part of the mission, part of the game