Lyrics Thirteen - Chill Bump

Everything that goes 'round comes back
Got you thinking, "Why have I done that?"
Now when you go out
Some guy got the chrome out to blow out
Your brains in a dumb trap

Act homophobic, but some day
You're gonna find out that your son gay
You wanna get involved with the gunplay
Now they're shooting automatic weapons where your mum stay

It's like that, you dig?
Karma's knocking right at your crib
Wanna fuck around? She might have your kid
You might crack the rubber, you might catch the HIV

Live by the gun, you die by the gun
Slugs go fast, so why try to run?
You were a nice guy to some
One false move and bye-bye, you're done!

There's this bitch called Karma
She be leaving grown men groaning
Crying in the corner
Don't try take shit from her
She gon' get her payback ASAP
Ten times harder

She's calm, decisive
She's cold, she's always like this
Picture all the lifeless bullies shot by Columbine kids
Picture Boris talking shit before he caught the virus
Picture Weinstein doing life, dick rotting with hepatitis

Look-look-look, look out, yeah, look out
Sometimes you should pull out
Sometimes you should worry 'bout the vibes that you put out
The fire you can't put out, the lives that you took out
Could bounce back as a drive-by at your cook-out

I look out for any quarrel
Any friendly squabble could end me, pronto
Watch for the bro trying to send me bottles
'Cause Carlito's karma was Benny Blanco

There's this bitch called Karma
She be leaving grown men groaning
Crying in the corner
Don't try take shit from her
She gon' get her payback ASAP
Ten times harder

Live by the gun, you die by the gun (live)
Live by the gun, you die by the gun (live, live, live)
Live by the gun, you die by the gun (live)
Live by the gun, you die by the gun (one)
One false move and bye-bye, you're done!