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HitMan

 

HitMan

(album: Racin' 2 Da Checc, Vol. 1 - 2018)


I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman

I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman
Did a lotta dirt and it really did me in
In too deep, I wasn't even tryna swim
All I need is money, I don't need no fucking friends
I'm my own hitter, I'm my own hitman

Hit my first lick, put some piss on my wrist
I'ma swim with the birds, I'ma fly with the fish
[?] on my shit, I know you see the fit
Polo down on your bitch, have your ass like "Who dis?"
It's Bravo

And it's money over everything, the motto
Serving up all these drugs like I'm Chapo
This shit so normal I could do it with my eyes closed
Live it up today cause I might not be here tomorrow

Yuh, they ain't ever put the pressure on me
I got a beam, should I just throw the suppressor on it?
Yeah, I'm bad, but the days feel better, don't it? (don't it?)
Fold you, make you shut up
(But the days feel better, don't it? Don't it?)
(Fold you, make you shut up)
(But the days feel better, don't it? Don't it?)
(Fold you, make you shut up)

Smoking dummy got me going dumb
Steak on my plate, back then I was eating crumbs
They was eating, I was starving, they ain't gimme nothing
Had to eat, couldn't starve, bitch I made a run
They tryna be just like me
All of y'all your daddy's sons
Give me dubs, give me hums
Just don't give me love
Just don't give me love

All I do is think
[?]
Ever since a younging I been stealing from the stores
[?] my pop's life, really took it to the heart
And ever since then, I ain't had a fuckin heart
Up in Sylmar, [?]
I done did shit that I can't speak on
Thank God I got a way out, I'd prolly be up in [?]
Some people love me, some hate to hear my name
Fucking shit change when they switch up on the gang
Always switching lanes, I'ma forever be the same
I gotta get that dough, shit, I gotta maintain
Fucking with my bro, you get left with no brains
Get hit from head to toe, I'ma bust with no aim

I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman
Did a lotta dirt and it really did me in
In too deep, I wasn't even tryna swim
All I need is money, I don't need no fucking friends
I'm my own hitter, I'm my own hitman

I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitman
I'm my own hitter
I'm my own hitman

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