No love for none of my enemies (yea)
You can go out like you Kennedy (yea)
You know they hate niggas especially (yea)
So I do not have no regrets in me
I got the secret the recipe
The secret the recipe (sauce)
I'm 20 still finding identity
I wonder whats gon be my legacy
I f*ck a girl then she dead to me
I suggest stop all that texting me
I cannot give you no remedy
Be careful bout what you be sendin me (yea yea)
These niggas they stress me I'm restless
It's kill or be killed and it's festive
You niggas must have death wish
The Reaper has infinite guest lists
This shit has given me clarity
Can't share the secret that's charity
Yal would jus copy like parody
You cannot handle I guarentee
See me for all my entirely
I pray that no one admire me
Music has always been diary
God has been with me reliably
You cant neglect my divinity
I'm burning down the facility
Kill everything in vicinity
I cannot give you no symphony
Same goes for all I'm not picky
Mutiny they try to rush me
All of you niggas disgust me
I don't f*ck with none of you trust me
Don't feed me negative energy
I push it back like a trampoline
I stick and move like a centipede
I bob and weave like I'm Michael T (yea)
I hold my ground for my city
Riding around for that money
I count it I get it
Now my ceiling got no limit
Who had my back when i didn't? yea (yea)
Last man to stand at the finish (yea)
Yal gon collapse in a minute (yea)
Niggas cannot rock my fitted (you cant)
Intimidate me cause you timid (yea)
You always complain about cheese (rat)
But you a rat nigga please (yea)
How can you compare to me? (like Uzi)
All of my friends are deceased (yea)
No love for none of my enemies yea
You can go out like you Kennedy yea
And they hate niggas especially yea
So I do not have no regrets in me no
I got the secret the recipe
The secret the recipe
I'm 20 still finding identity
I wonder whats gon be my legacy
Then I f*ck a girl then she dead to me
I suggest stop all that texting me
I cannot give you no remedy
Be careful bout what you be sendin me
These niggas they stress me I'm restless
It's kill or be killed and it's festive
You niggas must have death wish
The Reaper has infinite guest lists
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No love for none of my enemies (yea)
You can go out like you Kennedy (yea)
You know they hate niggas especially (yea)
So I do not have no regrets in me
I got the secret the recipe
The secret the recipe (sauce)
I'm 20 still finding identity
I wonder whats gon be my legacy
I f*ck a girl then she dead to me
I suggest stop all that texting me
I cannot give you no remedy
Be careful bout what you be sendin me (yea yea)
These niggas they stress me I'm restless
It's kill or be killed and it's festive
You niggas must have death wish
The Reaper has infinite guest lists
This shit has given me clarity
Can't share the secret that's charity
Yal would jus copy like parody
You cannot handle I guarentee
See me for all my entirely
I pray that no one admire me
Music has always been diary
God has been with me reliably
You cant neglect my divinity
I'm burning down the facility
Kill everything in vicinity
I cannot give you no symphony
Same goes for all I'm not picky
Mutiny they try to rush me
All of you niggas disgust me
I don't f*ck with none of you trust me
Don't feed me negative energy
I push it back like a trampoline
I stick and move like a centipede
I bob and weave like I'm Michael T (yea)
I hold my ground for my city
Riding around for that money
I count it I get it
Now my ceiling got no limit
Who had my back when i didn't? yea (yea)
Last man to stand at the finish (yea)
Yal gon collapse in a minute (yea)
Niggas cannot rock my fitted (you cant)
Intimidate me cause you timid (yea)
You always complain about cheese (rat)
But you a rat nigga please (yea)
How can you compare to me? (like Uzi)
All of my friends are deceased (yea)
No love for none of my enemies yea
You can go out like you Kennedy yea
And they hate niggas especially yea
So I do not have no regrets in me no
I got the secret the recipe
The secret the recipe
I'm 20 still finding identity
I wonder whats gon be my legacy
Then I f*ck a girl then she dead to me
I suggest stop all that texting me
I cannot give you no remedy
Be careful bout what you be sendin me
These niggas they stress me I'm restless
It's kill or be killed and it's festive
You niggas must have death wish
The Reaper has infinite guest lists
You can go out like you Kennedy (yea)
You know they hate niggas especially (yea)
So I do not have no regrets in me
I got the secret the recipe
The secret the recipe (sauce)
I'm 20 still finding identity
I wonder whats gon be my legacy
I f*ck a girl then she dead to me
I suggest stop all that texting me
I cannot give you no remedy
Be careful bout what you be sendin me (yea yea)
These niggas they stress me I'm restless
It's kill or be killed and it's festive
You niggas must have death wish
The Reaper has infinite guest lists
This shit has given me clarity
Can't share the secret that's charity
Yal would jus copy like parody
You cannot handle I guarentee
See me for all my entirely
I pray that no one admire me
Music has always been diary
God has been with me reliably
You cant neglect my divinity
I'm burning down the facility
Kill everything in vicinity
I cannot give you no symphony
Same goes for all I'm not picky
Mutiny they try to rush me
All of you niggas disgust me
I don't f*ck with none of you trust me
Don't feed me negative energy
I push it back like a trampoline
I stick and move like a centipede
I bob and weave like I'm Michael T (yea)
I hold my ground for my city
Riding around for that money
I count it I get it
Now my ceiling got no limit
Who had my back when i didn't? yea (yea)
Last man to stand at the finish (yea)
Yal gon collapse in a minute (yea)
Niggas cannot rock my fitted (you cant)
Intimidate me cause you timid (yea)
You always complain about cheese (rat)
But you a rat nigga please (yea)
How can you compare to me? (like Uzi)
All of my friends are deceased (yea)
No love for none of my enemies yea
You can go out like you Kennedy yea
And they hate niggas especially yea
So I do not have no regrets in me no
I got the secret the recipe
The secret the recipe
I'm 20 still finding identity
I wonder whats gon be my legacy
Then I f*ck a girl then she dead to me
I suggest stop all that texting me
I cannot give you no remedy
Be careful bout what you be sendin me
These niggas they stress me I'm restless
It's kill or be killed and it's festive
You niggas must have death wish
The Reaper has infinite guest lists
Writer: Brian Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid