I'm not of the storm, no It seems you're slipping away I'm not of the storm, no I'm not of the storm
You fuckin' with a (I you, baby) You with a killa (You're so sexy) You with a killa Lyrical, serial, evil or
Uhh, I'm in love with pep Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a Chop a nigga head off, pick his up it upside down, drink his blood from his neck
Uhh, I fly across you the Coupe now I'm fire, the fire shut the booth down Uh, you with a killa
Take your body, rape your body, it in the river Turn myself in then, beat the for it then Turn and put I really did it on my Twitter
Uhh, I'm a up, nigga Pill poppin', everybody up with us Me and Joey the kings (I you, baby) What the fuck you 'bout? Sing
Uhh, uh, I'm with a killa (So crazy) I'm with a killa I'm fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, evil or
First the clouds form, then dark in the sky Then the heavens roar when a couple of them Then the most rain landed on my Caesar Jesus Christ, the storm arrive
6 foot somethin' of Spanish descent What I write is air like my hand's in a vent Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't where your manager went That's a heads up 'cause none of y'all was plannin' a vic
I'm the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench Mike's Hard get you amateurs bent I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits Stand by the wrong man and your thoughts land on a fence
I'm the voice of the gutter where your serve your mother And the noise from a puts your boy on a cover We annoy undercovers 'cause they never put on, we from the We don't snitch boy we weather the storm, we killaz
You with a killa (I you, baby) You with a killa (You're so sexy) You fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, or killa
I'm with flash just to blast your face mask Bullets flyin' faster than the spacecraft Get half your face by the click clack The impact's a passion of massive crash
The mic minister write literature, rhyme Might injure, your nine endin' your life it's the miniature time witness the prime Innocent lives kissin' goodbye, picture the I, givin' a
The truth walkin' walked in the booth talkin' Too often I put a hot beat in a new For instrumentals I dig a grave drop so many bars Around you when you listen feel like you in a
Niggaz styles is sour, you makin' Take a thousand to write, our rhymes minute made Me, and Joell leave you crippled Motherfuck cents but we'll kill you over Nickel, we some killaz
You fuckin' with a (I you, baby) You with a killa (You're so sexy) You fuckin' with a Lyrical, serial, evil or
I with my shadow when he got on Twitter (so I) Don't like bein' followed so I shot that A known loner, backwards I'm a loner that's to attempt to put a comber in a coma
You lookin' at the prime suspect, with stress If you can give a fluck then I can fluck less Obsessed who I struck next so I set it for Success when I spit the vic is my next metaphor
Self-destructive mixed with lies If, you for psychotic, I got it or don't y'all are retarded, absurd And I observe while the whole tries to act reserved
Need a Oscar, put on an act that's superb Everybody relax, it's words, maybe not It's gotta be doubt but Reason come out my mouth, I let it come out of hers
I'm fuckin' with a I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' a killa I'm with a killa