Killers don´t be braggin´, just be scratchin´ niggas off the hit-list quick That´s my barrel, put down your gun, sucker, I bomb, bitch
Well, it´s always about that paper How far will you go for the bread Stabbin´ the ones you call your friends Don´t give a fuck how it is Shaking my head and playing pretend Pull out that pistol, I´m sweatin´ again Paranoia running through my mind Live or let die, eye for an eye Wide awake but dead inside Did you really wanna be the one to take my soul? I love it when I bust my load and get them demons out my body Then I jump in the whip and dip ´cause I don´t wanna hurt nobody Baby Bone I need a lobotomy from this pain that´s deep inside of me Yeah
Killers don´t be braggin´, just be scratchin´ niggas off the hit-list quick That´s my barrel, put down your gun, sucker, I bomb, bitch
Some days I feel like I´m chosen, some days I feel like I´m broken Some days I feel I can´t get out my way ´cause I hold independence consuming my brain Some days I feel like I´m growing, some days I feel like I´m going Nowhere, just showing up for no reason Baby Bone, don´t wanna do another season No more pleasing, decieving the ones I love I never seen a sign from above Is this why I feel alone? 223 pointed at my dome, I don´t think I´m coming home
Lay me down to rest and dump my body somewhere in the ground
Killers don´t be braggin´, just be scratchin´ niggas off the hit-list quick That´s my barrel, put down your gun, sucker, I bomb, bitch