Hit Squad (feat. Goliath)

You have this false idea

Of what true friends are

And you can't even be one

Walk around thinking we got your back

But that won't start

Until you stop talking smack

So shrug your shoulders and cry

While we wave goodbye

I've got a gun

To the worlds head

Now bring the violence

I'm growing so sick of you

And I hate everything you do

You vs me and my crew

I've got my mind

And my voice back

It's nice to see you off track

I can't wait to catch you slip

Want to see you fall

Off the fucking edge

I've got my mind

And my voice back

It's nice to see you off track

I've got a gun

To the worlds head

Now bring the violence

I'm growing so sick of you

And I hate everything you do

You vs me and my crew

I'm growing so sick of you

I hate everything you do

Keep running your mouth

Keep talking your shit

I'm dead to me me

I've got my real friends with me

Keep running your mouth

Keep talking your shit

Your dead to me me

I've got my real friends with me

This is the end of your life