What you get when you mess with the best
I say less, matter fact, take a guess
Either way, either way I left with the rest
Won't forget, what you try to get in case of death
Twenty-seventeen, tried to make me sound the best
Now you motherfuckers couldn't catch up if I start a rest
That's a lot, but we needed almost suit it up
Tryna get to wake except think you help create
Bullet suppressor on me, I'm a squish that
I landed enough of my time, and I wish that
He was out so many times, but press don't know
I have [?]
Ayy-ayy, Benz and a bitch get's bad
No one ever [?]
[?] brave
[?] fakes
Didn't know what I'm on, and it worked
When we really got it, we made you diminish on left feet
Finished it and generated hate or love
That separated them all [?] Crowley, created
Turned in and I told you the same
My song is just keeping the pain, to the fate
To the gate, don't decade ain't your name
[?] as love [?]
