KRS ft. KARMYN AVRA Lyrics

On my mind

Hoping they goin' die

When a nigga slides they goin' cry

I was born a sinner should be crucified

Yea I lie praying to my father to protect my life

Get the nine cuz I don't trust nobody only love is mine

Call up Chris

Told him when we shooting we ain't never miss

Never diss

Cuz if a nigga talking death will blow a kiss up

In his dome, take a nigga hoe

Fuck her at the show, getting dough

When a nigga running bullets make him slow

We get the crew, who you talking to

Who be fucking who

Got your bitch playing with my balls like she be playing pool

Yea you're a bitch

Hop up off my dick

Bitch You got me sick

Walking slick but don't go crying when a nigga hit a lick

Im dropping bars

Shooting for the stars

Bitch I'm going hard

Hit a lick up on your shawty only stole that bitch V-card

I go for six maybe seven swishers if the night be long

Said what's wrong

I don't know I'm stressed but I'll just make a song

Hit that bong, hit her with my schlong

Then I do her mom

Don't need to stress cuz I'm the best I pass the test I know I'm strong

We got that fire

You can't take my pride

Ain't no fucking lie, Nigga try

You could shoot me but I'm prideful till I die

I'm on the floor, you could never know

Gotta keep it on me, they be sneaking they be snakes you getting set up by your homie

Take a sip then we left the crib, We goin' do the dash

Speeding fast, when we hit a lick we using those ski masks

We getting racks, Hundred thousand stacks

When we take it back, I told foenem that we down right now these tough times bout to pass

Say we can't breath

Tell them stop it, please, Can't you crackers see

We can't live in fucking peace if you still shoot us on our knees

Said we can't back that, Acting like your color makes you boss

Saying Black Lives Matter but six months later still more family lost

At family functions, Who y'all niggas trusting

Watch a nigga bust it

They don't wanna see us win with all this government corruption

I'm speaking up, Got my feelings shut

I don't give a fuck, Why you talk

Don't be talking see you boy yo ass gets popped

I got the nine

Aim it at his eye

Send him to the sky

He goin' die

Watch his body fly

Momma traumatized

From the throat

Like she smoking dope

Nigga two flow with scope

Aim it at your dome

He goin' let it blow

Bang Bang

First, he loses hope, then he lose his life

Roll the dice

Rolling through my knife

Feel my brain fried

On the drugs, I don't show no love

Keep a gun tucked by my side

She my ride or die

Love at first sight

On my mind

Hoping they goin' die

When a nigga slides they goin' cry

I was born a sinner should be crucified

Yea I lie praying to my father to protect my life

Get the nine cuz I don't trust nobody only love is mine

Call up Chris

Told him when we shooting we ain't never miss

Never diss

Cuz if a nigga talking death will blow a kiss up

In his dome, take a nigga hoe

Fuck her at the show, getting dough

When a nigga running bullets make him slow