Kill Yourself

Get out..get out! You can't be in here

You have to get out

I emplore you please

Please

Your all going to die down here..

It's life or death

Either one

The king is back

Take head and run

I piss and take a shit on ur beat for fun

I killed the game

I aint even use a gun

Who better than me

Don't make me laugh

I run this shit they just chase my ass

I aint talkin shit nigga

Just tellin the facts

I think all the tracks I'm hearin from niggas is whack

I be hearin these niggas

What they say in they rhymes

I took my spot nobody gave me mine

I make the beats that boom boom boom! In they trunk

U disagree homie then go on and jump

U can bump ur gum

And talk all u want

Thats all u gon do cuz yall niggas is punks

I'm number one you aint number shit

When they need a hit I'm who they gon' and get

Talk to me

If you got love for me I got love for you

If you dont fuck wit me I dont fuck wichu

We can do it howeva u wanna do

Nigga if u dont fuck wit me I wont fuck wit u

Gon' head

Kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself

Gon kill yourself kill your self kill yourself

If I was you I would kill myself gon kill your self kill your self

Kill your self gon kill yourself kill your self kill your self

If I was you I would kill myself

I'm tired of niggas

Niggas is tired

U aint a g

I see bitch in ur eyes

If u close to me

U suposed to be

But most of u rap niggas is hoes to me

Wherever u from

The question I ask

Is do u think I give a fuck

Riddle me that

Cuz in my hood and u jump into hell and back

This industry shit to hell wit that

I seen em come I seen em go

I doubt if u can show me sum'in I aint seen before

Who suposed to be in charge? I need to know

When I shake ur hand ima step on ur toe

Go getcha gun go getcha click

Imma be rite here chillin wit yo bitch

You mad at me cuz I'm gettin rich

Well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip

See my heart

Feel my pain

Some of dese stars some is lames

How they follow little trends to get they famne

I aint snappin my dam fingers to get in the game

U claim u rich

Show me son

If u got so many dollas then loan me one

Fools think they killas they own a gun

When u no u bout as sweet as a honey bun

Trashy broads behind a bar

Like you dat dude frontin hard

Vip bands dont make u a star

Like we really still dont no who the fuck u are

Dont talk behind my back just call my nigga

Move my heart to the side

Make room to forgive ya

If u still wanna hang

We'll come to get ya

Put the rope around ur neck and jump my nigga!

Your all going to die down here

Get out get out

You cant be in here

Your all going to die down here