FIND YOU (VII) Lyrics

Ok I'm 25, Man I feel blessed just to be alive

Starting to feel like my is fucking do or die

Who am I, Just the reaper coming in a suit and tie

To kill all you rappers it's bout to be a homicide

911 cause I'm suicidal with the rim, Stephen Curry cause im shooting niggas out the gym

Pay attention nigga those are both synonyms, Don't ask me bout no pronouns hoe you know I am him

Tried to crop me out the picture, Yo ego getting bigger

This pen my fucking trigger, It's time to kill these niggas

How many times I gotta let you niggas know, Fucking with me is a no

I don't care if you a goat, Nigga we could fucking go

I'll tie yo ass up and leave you stranded on a boat, Put Ak47 down yo baby girl throat

My rifle ain't the only thing that made that bitch choke, Took yo wifey back home knocked ha down like dominoes

Cause im just so playa with this shit, Don't act funny with my money this is not a skit

When it come to getting paid nigga ion laugh a bit, How you broke and you bad at rapping that shit just don't mix

Turn yo as to a song like that nigga from the six, Name a rapper that I fear nigga that shit don't exist

Got a richie on my waist and a milli on my wrist, Better watch yo girl closely or I'ma take yo bitch

Put a rapper in a pot cook his ass up like some grits, Up down left right I'm a cheat code with this stick

Murderwood coming soon nigga album full of hits, Death note with this pen time to cross you off the list

Illusions getting thicker, Yo ego getting bigger

I tried to make us richer, But then you turned bitter

Tried to crop me out the picture Bitch Ima grave digger, This pen my fucking trigger

It's time to kill these niggas