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On Sight

 

On Sight

(album: Die Bloody - 2019)


(FOREVEROLLING)
It's an emergency
Someone come quick this shit hurting me
Red dot, shirt turned burgundy
These bullets is burning me
We did this shit purposely
He should've thought twice before he ever said them words to me

I know that my heart cold on a summer night
Nigga don't ever bring no knife to a gun fight
I couldn't tell a single soul what I done tonight
You'll never get caught if you learn how to do it right
I feel like I lost my soul, but fuck it right
I'm living this one can't worry 'bout no afterlife
Plus I'm strapped up like a dyke, can't let them catch me in the light
'Cause I know that it's on sight, I know that it's on sight
We can't relate if you ain't took trips on the Interstate
At broad day hop out let it bang pull over switch the plates
I pray my foes disintegrate
I pray for bigger plates so all my dogs can have a taste
I broke boulders down to shake, they know me at the rental place
I been driving 30 days
I don't feel fatigued nigga, please nigga
I can't sleep 'til I see 30 Gs nigga
I'ma trick my play now that's a flea flicker
That's an easy lick, ain't even need pictures
JD want his money back with seeds in it
We ain't listen, we ain't tripping
I knew I was special when I found out I ain't need niggas
It's a lot of fake love when you feed niggas
Playing like he hard, but so is ice 'til you put heat in it
Better keep your blower like police officials
I had your mama wondering why her lil baby had to die
We believe that you can fly
You'll see lean back in your ride, and brains hanging out the side

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