Jaxn - eulogy.

Livin life on a big journey with a lesson
Practice make perfect, so I practice my perfection
Perfecting everything I learn, and never block a blessing
Riding with my brodey schooling pussies, just like we testing
Flyin through my life like im a bullet in a chest and
Blood sights give me flashbacks of a Wesson
Blessings crowding my brain cause I'm messing
Next in place for a road to the heavens
So I put my message in my music like I'm writing confessions
Think of all the promises and the things that you wanted to do
All these pussy fuckers, tryna come back, like it's some haunted scoop
Picture perfect, I look right to the camera put a bullet right through
Them bitches got me fucked up, always switching like there's a side to choose
You start finding all the shit that they was plotting for you
Like bro, we could've been up
Crashing whips, earning big bucks
You got angry at the fact I was winning more, man that's fucked up
We was in this shit together, my blood boils just from the sound of
All the things that we wanted to be
But fuck it, never needed nobody else, man I got me
Underground king to be, no paparazzi
Man I done been through all the petty things
Just for some stupid mother fuckers calling me controlling
I knew you never thought that I would find out
Call me manipulative, while I go blow *censored* back out
Get popped, surprise quizzes you try to test me
Right-hand, reload then unload with the lefty
Can't get the best of me, this your eulogy
I never sleep
Sleep is the cousin of death
And if anyone dying
It's those mother fuckers
Yes I'm an icon
All you mother fuckers wish to be just what I'm fly on
It's seven seven seven, I couldn't care for advice on
How I run this shit, I can do this shit with the lights off
Cause I'm a fucking icon
Smoking on his pack, that's what I'm high off
I saw him in the street, he didn't want it, but its sights on
He talking super internet, I don't care if he's five on
Im bout to mutilate you, then spit you out like some 5 gum
Oh this gone be as 'bout as real as it's gone ever be
777 arriving, don't try to hide from me
I birthed this shit until it's so perfect, I'm the epitome
You're witnessing an aura, everyone wanna strive to be
You try to pick your pen up, but all you writing is blasphemy
Try to listen to my lyrics, hoping it fits your capacities
Im packing heat, but that shit wasn't for me
I pray to god that we can all live in peace
'Till then, I'll stay murdering all these fucking beats

Written by:
Alex Florence

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