Broken Hearted Pro - Killer Shit

Yeah man
I don't what, you know
Really be going through these people's heads, like
I'd get on any type of beat
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Yeah man!
I guess we're not on the same page right now
You don't understand me, huh
You made the mistake of betraying me
And we was supposed to be family, huh
This ain't a game Crash Bandicoot
I turn the tables and demand the truth
I tell you kids I'm a man of proof
I don't even gotta get as mad as you
With these hard lyrics I'ma damage you
Better plan to shoot
'Fore I show you what this famine do
I'll famish you
And make your whole clan vanish, too
Damn! Word is my bond
Pushing foreign whips to Infinity and beyond
No I don't fuck with that nigga he a peon
Just watch this red dot hit you infrared neon
We ain't fucking with no "low lifes"
You know I keep that money rolled tight
Pull up extension stendo long pipe
Nightmare be that clan that's for life
We ain't fucking with no "low lifes"
You know I keep that money rolled tight
Pull up extension stendo long pipe
Nightmare be that clan that's for life
Like
Hearts broken when we disappear
Aint no time to waste can't make no paper when we livin' in fear
Understand that I got the plan that's gon' bring us to the top
Hearts stop
They don't know
That a lot has been lost
Wondering, when where why
So much has changed
Ain't nothing left but a soft image these fake niggas be spittin'
Try to comprehend but don't understand
I don't fuck with no snitches
Ain't no nigga with no loyalty
Gon' make me play make believe
Can't believe in no bullshit gotta grind so my niggas feast
Enemy of my enemy
Call that nigga friend
Guide his hands at light
We're soldiers till the end
My eternal companion
But his life I'll end
We ain't fucking with no "low lifes"
You know I keep that money rolled tight
Pull up extension stendo long pipe
Nightmare be that clan that's for life
We ain't fucking with no "low lifes"
You know I keep that money rolled tight
Pull up extension stendo long pipe
Nightmare be that clan that's for life
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They want they "Bhobolate Bookie"
Gotta tell 'em I ain't really on that gang shit
I tell 'em NIG.HT.M.A.RE that clan though
But we ain't never been on tame shit
It's like would really, yeah I'm shamless
Got the world on my shoulder but I'm weightless
I'm lacing my "J's" for the races
Where I stare death in the face
and I'm left in a stasis
I'm a restless mess wrecking a Tesla
I'm testing my best against the rest of ya
Pressing buttons till I blow up the fucking president
So get your guard up
'Cause they tryna break into your residence
And leave with no evidence
Or a hint of relevance
They do as they please
'Cause they believe they're benevolent
So it's evident
That you were never best in it
I put style together and these pussy rappers left with it
We ain't fucking with no "low lifes"
You know I keep that money rolled tight
Pull up extension stendo long pipe
Nightmare be that clan that's for life
We ain't fucking with no "low lifes"
You know I keep that money rolled tight
Pull up extension stendo long pipe
Nightmare be that clan that's for life
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Written by:
Darrien Woodson, Malik Jones

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