Bruce Lee Lyrics

After death

Wish me well

Layed to rest

Nothing left

that way

Dont compell

It wont help

I been in this for to long now

Open your mouth

And speak respect

I been in this game

So call a ref

After death

My body to rest

Shot in the chest

I got on the vest

The text I left on red

Do it in person

Never be curing

I'm dead

Rehearsing the shit I said

Speak about it speak about it

No one left

Not even a witness

Come and witness

My fame and glory

Made 2 artist

Scam and cam

Lil flame

2

He wont speak about

He had the flows

But I put him in the booth

Let's just speak about it

Bring the beef

Idc

Cause I'm me

Kid dami

Tought me how to be

A g

Dont fuck with me

I'm already dead

Light a match ring the pope ring the queen

Go insane like you out on a spree

Stay on point like my name was Bruce Lee

When in bed I need me at least three

Got no time to be sippin on lean

Not when haters be dead after me

Speed of light they cannot see

I'm gon' leave them in debris

Got bitches on lock like a BitLocker key

Ice so guap wanna picture with me

Trap's too hot gotta call the department

I'm a plug need a girl who's a socket

Get weighed down only if it's my pocket

Started from the bottom now we up in a rocket

I got a habit

Back wit' another classic

Pulling out a rabbit

Yeah I got the hat tricks

The fabrics of my magic

Should be written in italics,

Be given to addicts

Like bread eatin catholics.

Skipped class in paediatrics

It was an easier tactic to warm up to the fact that

I have a lazy eye with no intent

Till they dry in wet cement

Purple like when it's lent

Yeah it blasphomous when I vent

Guess I'm pretty decent

Not even for a penny would I repent

Rather hang like ornaments

Wouldn't have boughta friend

Even if it was righteous when

I said fuck it I'll try again

But as it comes around the bend

I always seek revenge

Yeah Im the man

I got the plan