Miracle Lyrics

Loves what'll get you killed

Trust what'll get you spilled

If you're not carful so

Watch out for who you give to

They can't all catch on to my kind of rhythm

So kill the image of

Loves what'll get you killed

Trust what'll get you spilled

If you're not carful so

Watch out for who you give to

They can't all catch on to my kind of rhythm

So kill the image of

The perfect virginty

The scholar who never touched percs or was Into weed

Or prayed to false entity

Or arguing over some bullshit you bring to me

I ain't no damn Dr. Phil

Not to be harsh I'm just keeping it real

I know I told you to open your feelings to me

But this shit ain't part of the deal

To much on my platter

Manifestations of coming disaster invading my Slumber

On top of that trying to make it in rap

But still hoping I'm pleased before god calls My number

No sense in matching up to my combatants When end if the day they just gone pull me under

God knows my ways I wont hit 'em wit k's shit My mom raised a lover

That don't mean she made me a bitch

It'd be poor to choose

Going against a young nigga who really ain't Got much to lose

Money tight it's been a wild night

And the gas low I got a couple moves left in my Tank

Couple blues in my leather bank won't hurt my Soul a bit

Never been the type to hold a grudge

But I never been to good to snatch a grip

From a lame nigga

Loves what'll get you killed

Trust what'll get you spilled

If you're not carful so

Watch out for who you give to

They can't all catch on to my kind of rhythm

So kill the image of

Loves what'll get you killed

Trust what'll get you spilled

If you're not carful so

Watch out for who you give to

They can't all catch on to my kind of rhythm

So kill the image of

Damn

Who'll be the first to cast the stone

At the head of the niggas condoning that hoe Shit

Repramanding all the fathers for trying to Stray daughters away from that hoe shit

But thats all they known since

Mama moved out she started her own shit

Now you stuck dealing with bitches in healing So you gotta deal wit they pain and some more Shit

Ninas that blow kiss from the hand of the Nigga who cant seem to pin down

Why all his fam can't just lend him a hand

So he out in the street on a slim route

Snatching the gold iff the niggas he told was His brothers and fam

Slipped for a second the clip just click in his Hand

The end of a man

Blam

Loves what'll get you killed

Trust what'll get you spilled

If you're not carful so

Watch out for who you give to

They can't all catch on to my kind of rhythm

So kill the image of