STILL ON THE LOOSE Lyrics

Somebody fucked up & opened the gate

Go for the kill and there aint no debate

Aint no escape leaving the blood

On top of the body im cleaning the plate

Keeping the faith seeing the way they be talkin About me im keeping it safe

Leaving the place covered in mud

Im jumping the fence & i flee in a wraith

Never came close to the shit i seen

When i stay around ghost in the shit i dream

The shit i need is guns with a red eye beam Instead i clean the streets with a melody

The threat i be to people is dare i deem

A full blown killshot better get my cream

But i would never pill pop better get my weed Its been years still killing it when i write these

And they know that im stupid my GPA low i dont know im doing

Im crashing this bitch i dont know what im proving

These rappers are biting my flow when im moving

A matter of time its a matter of when

I got more enemies than i got friends

Lookin at shit thru a whole different lenses Tired of this whip man i need me a benz this where it ends

Innovative with the incinerator i kill a hater Motivated nobody bigger than what i bring to paper

Disintegrator when im in the mode behead a gator Hella data behind the murder they wanna dedicate a

Cell to me melody better be heavenly devil be 70 meters away from the fuckin methamphetamine

Ketamine for the enemy Better be with the cheddar B cause the way you addressing me is fuckin with my energy

A man im a god with a plan for the takeover Gimme 15 bitch then the break over

Brodie got that switch for the brave soldiers so Thank you america for great motives

Im a brand new pot when i get too hot

Fuck 12 shots i need 3 yachts

With atleast 4 bottles and 5-6 models

To wet these goggles when i eat box

And yo i feel like i can do anything

Something is brewing

It got me pursuing a terrible doing

We came to ya block & then turn it to ruins

The scope with a zoom i gotta zoom in

And take out the shooter the government sueing

I come with the broom Momma told me to kill everything the very second im out of the womb &

Its gettin abrasive

Gang shit bitch out of the basement

Scary story when im

Back to the basics

Carry dodies on me im boutta face it never replace it

You is a federal agent working a day shift

Man they be testing my patience

300 grams in a bag on a track

We doper than fetty amazing

This aint the culture im dying for

Life's a bitch she a lying whore

Somebody shooting outside the store

And we ducking the bullets to fire more

Name anybody thats tryna brawl

And imma call bro to get em out the car

Fuck a mask with a hidden face

Imma leave a trace of a broken jaw