Lyrics And Then Everyone Died - PatricKxxLee , Dan Mwale

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Thinking outside the box, my enemies love it when I was so out of control
But You ain't got the socks to fill up these boots and I'm stepping all over their soul
I'm leaving tyre marks, I gotta go get it hop out like I'm ready to go
I know you heard the talk, my OG just told me fuck everything go for the goal
I do not hang with rappers, if You ain't fam why the fuck is you hitting my phone?
See when I leave the crib, I gotta make sure that you demons gon' leave me alone
I don't believe the shit you niggas be capping I trap by my lonelier folk
I don't want your bitch
I don't want your Dope
I don't need new friends to lie like the Pope
Your favorite rapper biting my shit but it's Gucci you niggas can't copy my soul!
Don't hit me up, ain't doing no favors these niggas don't pay if you ain't already know
Look like a whole lot of fuck shit
I'm off a bean at the function
'Coz If i don't and a nigga slip up then we turning this into a ruck bitch!

Yeah, I think it's a lie they try to deny how we kill it, it's cool 'coz we already know!
I been getting used, getting abused too nice tell me something I don't even know
But then when I change, they give me the blame, I'm tired it I'm tired of reading the story
I gave you some life and you owe me
Ignoring your text but you watching my stories
I used to stress about getting recognition then I remembered I'm the shit!
Life is a marathon, it's not a race but they running their mouths like a sprint
I cannot trust nobody, humans would say anything if they wanna get rich
Best rappers dead or alive, we at the table you niggas still can't get a seat (Ah)
This gas got the power Amandala
Take a pill to head 'coz I'm camera shy
Baby keem I'm irresponsible
She sucking me off till her tonsils sore
When I look to the heavens, I look in my soul
My calling, I got it I couldn't ignore
Prepping was groomed to take over the throne
Had to change I'm not the same as before

Yeah, yeah
Thinking outside the box my enemies love it when I was so out of control
But you ain't got the socks to fill up these boots and I'm stepping all over their soul
I'm leaving tyre marks, I gotta go get it hop out like I'm ready to go
I know you heard the talk, my OG just told me fuck everything go for the goal

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