King Finesse - Coming Live From The Pit (Live)

Yea!
Coming live from the pit
Finesse!
Where I'm from we wipe them out ain't no tit for tat
Niggas dissing on the low I ain't got for that
I got money on my mind I make time for that
Niggas snitching in your crew I don't chill with rats
Ransom on his head
Niggas want him dead
I'm a vulture for this carnage got these nigga scared
Murder what they call it all I see is red
Chopper hit his torso took his arm and leg
About to show you what trauma is
Give a fuck what my brother did
I'm they nightmare like I'm Fred
I get high like I was Ted
Ride for who I feed
I'm so lethal with the lead
I'm a man without like I am Craig
Niggas really pussy now I'm in your face like what you said
My shooters ready like Simon says
Niggas know what time it is
show you niggas how to live
Show you niggas how to make a mill
Niggas still gone bite the hand that feed them that's just how it is
I put dick up in My bitch I grip her and ask her how it is
Niggas know what time is
Say my soul is twisted I get lifted like it's do I or die
Really from the pit but keep that in between you and I
I was trap in hell I was kicking it with that Bundy guy
All my demons going to slide
Snatch his soul straight out his eyes
Vicious evil on the rise
Make them float like penny wise
If you scared then go to church you niggas better pay your ties
They never mention about the lows but always talk about they highs
Them the type of people we just roast they soul until they die
Voodo bitch said I'm curse but she didn't know I'm a Demi god
I put voodo on my bitch she suck my dick until I'm hard
Coming live from the pit for my demons trapping after dark
Bull's-eye with these words I'm just throwing it just like some darts

Written by:
Andrae Lindsey

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