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[Intro: Death The Kid]
Death The Kid!
They assumed I would never amount to nothin’
That I would never make it
Well maybe I didn’t
But at least I got this
Death The Kid
[Verse 1: Death The Kid]
Rap game is sick but the dope game is crazy
Middle of the mall shorty shoppin’ at Macy’s
I remember I used to watch Carson Daly
Ice on my wrists, kind of shit I’m on lately
Feelin’ like I’m Eminem without no Haley
I’m about to cock my trigger back and flame safely
Aim at the game that done flamed amazement
I got fuckin’ tired of forcin’ this patience
I ain’t in the shit, I’m just in the shits lately
Fuckin’ with my boys like the name was Wayne Gacy
All my closest friends say I never get spacey
Mind on the grind with the tongue on some Bailey’s
Tongue on some pussy, give it when I take it
Facade to a god, got your girl in the Matrix
Feelin’ like I shine even when I just make it
Grain of salt is a change of heart’s displacement
I hate the fallen leaves, barren when they changin’
Nip in the bude, Chiraq, where they bangin’
Dad lookin’ at me like a motherfuckin’ changeling
I don’t have the time or the patience to explain it
But sometimes I cry when the rain hit
Thinkin’ that the ancients watched the same shit
Kind of thinkin’ make your fuckin’ brain jump
Death the fuckin’ Kid, I’m fuckin’ the whole game up
[Outro: Death The Kid]
Rap game is sick but the dope game is crazy
Middle of the mall shorty shoppin’ at Macy’s
I remember I used to watch Carson Daly
Ice on my wrists, type of shit I’m on lately
Type of shit I’m on lately
Type of shit I’m on lately
Ice on my wrists, type of shit I’m on lately
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