NOON IN CHARLOTTE Lyrics

Tell me when the slaughter stops

Niggas dying over coronachs

Everybody crying face drying from them water drops

Anything for they block a damn thing for they drops this shit amazing

Sometimes I wish I never had none

Niggas throwing shots I hear em' loading up they cap guns

Pussy my next one better then last one

Talking about you want one but you already had one you ungrateful

Bad company corrupts good morals you

Live in a box cause you stand in a fool's circle I

Don't mean to hurt you but you come with too much turmoil so

Closing these curtains is me doing what I should for us

Quit playing you stuck in quick sand I had to move on

Execution or excuses nigga choose one

Made a pound disappear then made a new song

I strap that glizzy tight before I put my fucking shoes on

It's gone be a 187 if you move wrong

I live in heaven give a fuck about a tombstone

Niggas trying to buy success on Groupon

Meanwhile I'm all over the green like a crouton

But it's ok though

Boy you ain't a soldier drop the draco

Fuck her then duck her hasta luego

Bitch I been that since John Cotton Tayloe

Nah literally ,ain't no dapping me up give a fuck if we got history

Upping this 40 turn his thoughts to spaghetti whoa

I know I'm mortal but I'm combat ready

Weight all on my shoulders got my palms getting sweaty

Got to sang a note to get my mind back steady for real

Sick of basic ass relationships

Love ain't free

Why you with me and ain't paid for shit

Got me working round the clock like Ima slave for this

Fuck it I'm through

I shot master you just made him rich

But I got nothing but love trying to show you just while I'm breathing

This goes out to you cause you hated without a reason

Now I'm losing niggas who won't first what they were seeming

The war already won I'm no longer fighting my demons

Fuck you can't get nothing but some game from me

I was starving look at all the shit that came to me

I done been to hell and back that nigga made me leave

Learned how to read a scale before I learned my ABC's

Sometimes I reminisce about da kid J'Kein

They was spelling dirty words I was listening

Talking about them pistols like I didn't hear her

Hours later had that bitch pointing in the mirror

Fast forward I'm the one they moving bags for

You want to speak to the chief

I'm who you asked for

Came a long way from serving dime bags

Now we blowing bags just to make time pass this shit amazing

Buck shot followed By a 9 blast

That nigga had it coming with his lying ass

What you gone do when that iron blast

Life flash bullets flying right past

Top down wind in my afro

My Bitch weave hanging down to her asshole

She steady asking nigga why the fuck you trap for

I be damned if they hit me with the back door

You can tell Sony Atlantic go tell Def Jam

That ima go and get it as long I got my best friends

That's my fucking right and yea that's my left hand

So I can weigh it right and I can bust this FN

Don't ask questions like who better than me

Best answer available is someone you never could see

Gone need an everlasting ladder want to level with me

Aim for perfection settle for nothing but excellency

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