Is he a rapper or a dealer? Is he a trapper or a killer?
Do he really take care of his ****? Know the day I die, I'm going out a real one
I don't kick it with them, I don't feel them
I spared 'em when I coulda killed 'em
I know karma real, they been want a deal, I want 100 Ms
I'ma want a house up on a hill
How the fuck they hit 'em with a hunnid years?
Shit made his mama cry a hunnid tears
Thinking about suicide and poppin' pills
Put 'em in suit and ties every time we drill
I know how it feel when shit get real
<span begin="50.462" end="52.772">When you in that field, ****, it's kill or be killed</span> <span begin="52.945" end="54.011">(So we had to kill)</span>
Huh, talking to my demons, late night scheming
Pull up in a 'Ghini, huh, I thought I was dreaming
But love has got me fiending, cup got me leaning
Cup got me fiending, love got me fiending
Is he a rapper or a dealer? Is he a trapper or a killer?
Do he really take care of his ****? Know the day I die, I'm going out a real one
I don't kick it with them, I don't feel them
I spared 'em when I coulda killed 'em
I know karma real, they been want a deal, I want 100 Ms
I'ma want a house up on a hill
How the fuck they hit 'em with a hunnid years?
Shit made his mama cry a hunnid tears
Thinking about suicide and poppin' pills
Put 'em in suit and ties every time we drill
I know how it feel when shit get real
<span begin="1:31.301" end="1:33.564">When you in that field, ****, it's kill or be killed</span> <span begin="1:33.715" end="1:34.914">(So we had to kill)</span>
Talking to my demons, huh, late night scheming
Pull up in a 'Ghini, huh, I thought I was dreaming
But love has got me fiending, cup got me leaning
Cup got me fiending, love got me fiending
Drugs got me fiending, what hell was you thinking?
Why would you try to cross me?
I'm way too big and that shit costs me
Run that check up, now I'm flossing, I'm on a whole lotta boss shit
If a bitch play, she get lost quick, who the fuck was saying I lost it?
I guess I found it, wrist wet drowning
Bad lil' chick, no mileage, I'm tryna get in her brain like college
I know I'm lit, I came up sloppy, whatever I do, they jock it
You can tell 'em to type me
Is he a rapper or a dealer? Is he a trapper or a killer?
Do he really take care of his ****? Know the day I die, I'm going out a real one
I don't kick it with them, I don't feel them
I spared 'em when I coulda killed 'em
I know karma real, they been want a deal, I want 100 Ms
I'ma want a house up on a hill
How the fuck they hit 'em with a hunnid years?
Shit made his mama cry a hunnid tears
Thinking about suicide and poppin' pills
Put 'em in suit and ties every time we drill
I know how it feel when shit get real
<span begin="2:39.374" end="2:41.693">When you in that field, ****, it's kill or be killed</span> <span begin="2:41.873" end="2:43.020">(So we had to kill)</span>
Talking to my demons, huh, late night scheming
Pull up in a 'Ghini, huh, I thought I was dreaming
But love has got me fiending, cup got me leaning
Cup got me fiending, love got me fiending
Written by: Anthony Gargoura, Fn Dadealer Fn Dadealer
