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