Lyrics:

(Die, die for my right)


Why you end it when I need more? Why you think It's up on default?
Why you spittin it to me for? I dont even think you see raw?
Recognize gon recognize and I recognize you fucking lame
Same old shit, with the same old spit, all the same


Mi casa su casa, like I was my brother
Keep calm with a cutter, like butter
I slice em Knievel, Dare devil
Stunt star-er, pallbearer my enemies funeral
This life isnt real, an illusion, I kill
When u cut I wont bleed, give me Clout
And Ill sneeze, In a rag that they use to clean fingerprints
Show me the scene, and Ill show you my inkling

The slightest of slight, and Ill show sleight of hand
Your team they no Marty, They say hes the man
Spin it all back just so you understand
Step in my world just to see where you land

Tweh, spit it all out
You pussies all left a bad taste in my mouth
If I was a veteran you're veterinarian
Gave you a glance and I caught your mum starring and


Breath in- breath out-
Porcelain crack and a skull fuck
Breath in- breath out-
Panic will grab you like boneyards

Ones in the mirror you don't stop
Manikins switch like a bad dream
Breaking the law is a bucks shot
Clinical habits since 18
Fuck it up, spit it out
Sick of these shadows they follow me
Second count, bottle bout
Heathens they chatter monotony

Break in the rung, see me painting the prodigy
I been the son since the virgin was miracle
Second to none is my motto in honestly
Fire to bar is becoming commodity


Fire to fire to bar, i got the fire to bar
Fire to fire to bar, i put the fire to bar
Fire to fire to bar, i got the fire to bar
Fire to fire to bar, i put the fire&


Eye a devil on the dance floor
I dont even wanna dance tho
Why he tryna make a plan for
Cyanide it on a solo

Sayonara to the day tomora
Got a baited offer from a gated god I
Better open up and then I hope for nada
Run a broken vein just tryna see nirvana, (I'ma gone)

Your itching to take a loss, up with the upper boss
Tune your face up like an engine cause
Cause engine is how it all runs in the upper crust
Bust a buster like I'm breaking till dawn


Make a hit, but I dont make a fuss
People talk, they never make enough
Faking it is just to live a lie
Die for my&