KILLXANDER - MAGNUM OPUS

My eyes in the ceilin'
I don't cost a million
But I cost a lot (yeah, what)
I popped my shit
When you hopped off my dick
And I went to my spot (yeah, what)
I'm worth the curse
The feelings I learnt
The cash that I earnt (yeah, what)
You drink the syrup
You drink the lean
I sip the words (yeah, what)
My feelsin the ceilin'
I don't cost a million
But I cost a lot (yeah, what)
I popped my shit
When you hopped off my dick
And I went to my spot (yeah, what)
I'm worth the curse
The feelings I learnt
The cash that I earnt (yeah, what)
I'm worth the curse
The feelings I learnt
The cash that I earnt (yeah, what)
I'm worth the- uh
I'm worth the money they pay me to go
I got these hoes on the tip of they toes
And yet I still haven't done any shows
Nobody- uh
Nobody knows
Nobody heard KILLXANDER before
But I'm here to make my mark with this shit
So better shut up 'fore I hit a new flow
And I switched up the game
4k streams on my biggest song
Some people would call that lame
But soon enough I'll be hitting the millions
Them the same people that hate on the gays
Ain't shit the same
Get out your ego and get out my hair
None of you pussies are getting spared
You want some cash on the top of your head?
You ain't worth a dime, because we can't compare
A- a- actually, you ain't that good at this music reality
I broke my bones like I got a fatality
I'm still the same little bitch they're reacting to
So watch your attitude
You not the goat, you a phony
Bitch you a brony, your My Little Pony
Destroying these drugs for my health by my Lonely
I get it in first try, Kobe
I can't believe you think you can come to me
And compete with the G.O.A.T in this fuckin' league
You a geek, you a nerd, I'm a fuckin' fiend
And I'd do anything just to get some green, fiend
My eyes in the ceilin'
I don't cost a million
But I cost a lot (yeah, what)
I popped my shit
When you hopped off my dick
And I went to my spot (yeah, what)
I'm worth the curse
The feelings I learnt
The cash that I earnt (yeah, what)
You drink the syrup
You drink the lean
I sip the words (yeah, what)
My feelsin the ceilin'
I don't cost a million
But I cost a lot (yeah, what)
I popped my shit
When you hopped off my dick
And I went to my spot (yeah, what)
I'm worth the curse
The feelings I learnt
The cash that I earnt (yeah, what)
I'm worth the curse
The feelings I learnt
The cash that I earnt (yeah, what)

Written by:
Alexander Matta

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