C Wil - bullet holes

What'd he say?
If they don't know let 'em know, yuh
Gotta go bet on yourself, on yourself, yuh (bet on yourself)
If they don't love you let 'em go, yuh
That shit ain't good for your health, for your health, un-uh
People straight imbeciles, yuh
And I pray you get some help, get some help, yuh
My words leave bullet holes, yuh
And I'm lettin' off these shells, off these shells, aye
Do this shit better than most
Just wish you would show love, every time that I post
Talent is real, shit ain't no joke
This boy send beats right into them clouds, yuh (the clouds, yuh)
The angels sound, yuh (they sound, yuh)
Gah damn, I call that holy ghost, (dead)
Don't try to boast just get the bread
Live every single word I said
You pussies is potent when you open your legs
Heard what I said?
Want a feature?, don't harass me, nah don't beg
You swimmin' in the deep water I am the Meg
Don't piss me off because this white boy man, he already see red
Yeah he needs new rappers to feast on, that's the only way he's fed
(Dead, aye)
Not many out better than me
Spit gutter rap then be singin' like Glee
I'm more well rounded then those boys like way, way back in '03
I'm tryna do this longer than my idols
No way not tryna OD
I lost my biggest one right back in '18
9-2 to infinity bitch, get that shit tatted on me
You left the biggest impact on us G
Inject this music right under my skin, like a syringe
C-Wil it's him (that's right you know it's him)
If they don't know let 'em know, yuh
Gotta go bet on yourself, on yourself, yuh (bet on yourself)
If they don't love you let 'em go, yuh
That shit ain't good for your health, for your health, un-uh
People straight imbeciles, yuh
And I pray you get some help, get some help, yuh
My words leave bullet holes, yuh
And I'm lettin' off these shells, off these shells, aye
Half this industry straight lame-o's
Sculpt my career like it's Play-Doh
Quick to snap or blow a fuse these days
If you play with my name bro
You don't think I will?, shit if you say so
Change your tone, or use a capo
Before I hold you down
Wash yo mouth out with some Drain-O
You see halos, nah no 'Yonce
No one like me , carbon copy
I can do this all day
People with no paper give advice
What's in you wallet? This ain't Allstate
Little pussy boys, nah go play
Yeah your girl was in my DM's
Killed that pussy, nah no OJ
Had me deep up in her domain
You can call that shit an upgrade
Did this all from spittin' propane
In a location you can't locate
Blowin' trees, it's only Monday
Came a long way from those old days
Never hate the ones you love
'Cause too many out there just love hate
Ok?

Written by:
Christopher Wilson

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