Late Night Gatherings - Death Wish

Take a step
Into my mind
I'll show you what it's like
Yeah, bitch better check the date
I'm finna kill ya like I'm Mike
There's no wrongs
So I'm right
Sing along
When we fight
To this song
Every night
But it's no fun
When I take ya life
Pass on the bitch
No love lost
Girl, take a hint
It's just us
Don't needa friend
They might cost
My pad and the pen,
How I judge
I judge ya life
Then I choose
Wether you win,
wether you lose
But this one side
Coin I use
Means that either way,
You through
Get left to the side
Like a condiment
And no, you can't catch up
No compliments
I'm hard to miss
But hard to diss
Ya can't convict
A thought to send
Cause ya shiver in ya timbers
When I walk in
Bitch, I'm walking
Get out my way
Already been In
My fuckin' place
Can't run away
You'll die today
I'm in ya face like

You gotta death wish
You gotta death wish
You gotta mother fuckin
Death wish, don't you?
You gotta death with
You gotta death wish
I might just have to go and
Fuckin fold you

And I'll make it quick
I won't waste no time
On a fuckin bitch
Wanna cross my line?
Yeah, I wish you did
I'm on a whole other level
You stuck in the trench
Kill a rapper like it's my job, ho
Now I got friends an
They gonna put you in the dirt too
Hell is what I'm gonna put you through
You can talk about guns
But you ain't gone shoot
Heard that shit about
A million times
A million rhymes
About gats, glocks, and nines
But you all fulla cap, shots in yo mind
And you can't even rap
Sayin this yo life
Ya ain't got a life
Cause you waste it
Talk that shit
When ya stuck in the basement
Stalk my pics
But can't even face when
I hit you up
You a punk
And a straight bitch
You finna be X'ed out
When the project drops
That's no doubt
You only stick around
For the clout
Then talk about
God on ya profile
And I ain't dissing my homies
This fucker knows who he is
That bitch up from New (Shhh)
I ain't gonna name drop shit
Not yet

You gotta death wish
You gotta death wish
You gotta mother fuckin
Death wish, don't you?
You gotta death with
You gotta death wish
I might just have to go and
Fuckin fold you

Written by:
Late Gatherings

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