Blunt Knife ft. Aamie Lyrics

Put a knife in a motherfucker's head

He be talkin' too much

Shut him up and it's fair

It's the real shit, visualize my words

Mental health in the dust

Facing gerd to my heart

Burn straight to my chest

I'm facing that time, not a cell real life

And you know

Boy its do or die

Dont get caught tonight

BLM on my dick cause they don't sacrifice

They don't really sacrifice

They be usin' all the dime

Caring bout none

Are the people really fine, tell me

Let me tell you about the time

That i once saw a crime

At the time was nine

Gunshots to the mind

Didn't really matter, my father is stuck

In his girl's

My mamas in the house,

She be facing the purge

In the dirt, is it enough

Feel like fuckin' up, all of you herds

All the lies that you said in my face

Tryna embrace isn't the case

Put in the face, all of the shades

Different shades, bitch, I'm a gaze

Pussy bitches comin' up in my lair

Let em all dry out

When I burn em through the gaze

Shut the fuck up, you motherfuckin' cunt

Yeah, shut the fuck up, you know

Yeah, I'm talkin

Blood clot pussio

Bop bop bop

So again and again

I'm jumping the pain

I feel all the same

Nothin really changed

Never be tame

Never a lame

Goin' insane killin' the game

Mind in my lane we not the same

You lookin' for fame i'm lookin' for gains

Feelin' the same ready to tame

All these hoes in my face

Blow out their little brains

King of the ring ding ding

Show's over homie

They wonderin' what happened

End of your story

End of your story

In my slumber when I wake up

Mama made me tough

To fight all you fuckers

Bend the world on my knees

Send your soul to the gutter

Make your bad thoughts suffer

Don't you act tough boy

When you livin' in comfort

Had to punch harder

Never let you look me down

Cause I'm not under

Had to kick harder

Roll like the thunder strike you down

When I see you leave you all done up

Bitch I'm on the come up

One side two side one eye

Cost two eyes emo bitches on the side

Yeah bad type

Hangin' on the lifelines

Why they all depressed

Like a sect

Doesn't get to my mind

The mind a place so

Dark shadows hide

Don't fuck with you

If you're not my type

Matter of fact

Stay off my line

Bitch bye