文本歌词

Kirk Knight：
I got so much.
So much f**kin stress on my mind real quick holmes
Vibe for a n***a real quick my n***a you know what I'm saying
Word up word is bond and all that
Kirk Knight：
Lust demon gets hornier and hornier
As the kills gets gorier and gorier
From corridors to corner stores
Catch him on the block
With the orphans through the street
Violins playing as another black coffin speaks
At the thought of another ignorant phone call
Who is this
Calling me at 5:47in the morning
Crack of dawn and why she mourning
Bittersweet hit it both ways now I'm scorching
First things first man you f**king with your hearse
So rehearse who you coming at
Aye aye squintin' at Captain Kirk
Star trekking playing my role
But still follow scenes tread
Enemies friend up ahead of me
Show no empathy get smashed like a centipede
Sent to energy don't bug me with your sympathy
You ran a whole train on a b***h
She still suck a mad d**k when the clock tick
As I elect no cause of politic uh
Could you picture the damage that we afflict uh
I'm staring at my own own f**king depth
Backwoods smoking out my motherf**king chest
5minutes to death I'm still in bed get high at rest
As I arrest the s*x pin my love reminisce
Learn to architect computerize love
It's that project that'll shock her back to cardiac arrest
Kirk Knight：
I got some problems that I can't get away from
If all else fails know I got my day ones
I got five on it keep a n***a face numb
F**k five on it keep a n***a face numb
I got some problems that I can't get away from
If all else fails know I got my day ones
I got five on it keep a n***a face numb
F**k five on it.
Joey Bada ：
My trigger finger get hornier and hornier
Finger f**k the grip 'til it spit on a cop
A warning shot for the warden
Holla say the word if you want it
I'ma bring the ward in
Peep holes straight through ya doorman
My sound reach foreign
Y'all still be local I'm in this foreign
My vocals still ain't focal
Rap game in a chokehold
I smoke those who don't know
Who could get lunged in the air by the d**e flow
Matter fact I flow d**e bars by the boatload
You said you ready for war boy I just hope so
Let me vindicate for all my indica syndicates what I indicate
Been the great the Flatbush renegade n***as been afraid
Squeeze the life out you rap n***as like lemonade
Yo Kreeper say the word and I eliminate