Mak11 and Kp28 - Melee

Why she been talking so differently
I don’t think that bitch is honest, yeah
She said I’m a different me
But I’m so high off a perc I’m so modest, yeah
Pop a few Xannies to numb the pain
.40 cal held to my fucking brain
Don’t give a fuck, my head filled with demons
Do what it takes, make em go away
Satan up inside my head
My angels better find me dead
Load up choppers with the lead
The Tuss with the sprite make it red
Jesus will never accept all the sins I’ve committed
He never gon see all the pain I’ve emitted, yeah
I never think twice when I pull up and click it
Aye, aye, aye
I don’t think I’m okay
My mind up the run I might die today
Grinding til I find I’m in the final phase
Every time I get high I defy my pain
But I cannot deny my grave
Only thing that is promised in life is your funeral
Searching for the white light through a bullet hole
Diamonds only thing that shine
Bright enough to prove my glow
Watch out cuz my mood might change
If you talking that fuck shit stay in your lane
Hop out the whip and get to shooting at his brains
Then all the ops gon get to ducking
Wind up catching me a case
Aye aye aye aye, let the AK spray
Young Mak with the dead straight aim
They ain’t playing my game
Never change my ways, til I fade away
I’ll remain the same in the melee, aye

Written by:
Andrew McDonald, Kyelar Park

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