BONG R.I.P ft. Demixx beats Lyrics

If it's the craziest bars it's where i stand in

Eight yards away from the class, we started $tacking

What you know about how hard it is to stand in

When every cop in the city thinks dark skins are branded

I Keep it a hundred

I'm Never double timing

Fuck a fifty fifty

Go all the way in till i'm dying

If Music is therapy, I'm the therapeutic line

Snort this motherfucker, this ain't your cheap high

Oh wait, how would you know, you ain't never been classy

You should prolly go kill yourself, and free out the Front seat

Unhealthy with your alcohol, now that is a sad scene

While I been healthy and wealthy, you wussies, can't fight me

I'll shut you down, like I just hit the kill switch

Real shit, his whole fucking career I'll dismiss

Unlike your shit, my shot won't miss to diss this

Punk motherfucker put him outta Business

My silence could be violent, I could have loud silenced

Give y'all Real talk

He A cowardice, a sour bitch, so powerless, devour this, with power hits

Now go get the paparazzi come n cover this

How you respected on a mic

But when the lights Die, you respect dies with the light

How you act like you the best to be on spotlight

Still lose the fucking fight

Claiming judges ain't judging right

Your shots are too cheap, now i got a pricey palate

Don't ever think you'd ever get une place on ma table

Ma table like JC(Jesus Christ/Julius Caesar) last supper's well grounded

Some of us knew Judas n brutus wanted me dead

Don't fuck with me, I'll pull out all your history

Shubhankar slipped in a girl, popped a cherry

A Fool of good age, but was she even eighteen

Your fans have a doubt could they ask drive magazine

Your birth place will be a dead space

Yeah I got daddy issues, but you a fucking daddy's issue

Prolly why you gotta pay rent, while I go n take it

I make different bank, while you beg for payments

You think you'd say shit , and then I would just take it

Bumbles meant to swipe on, well I just don't fake it

You out here cheating walking with her credit cards

Man i feel bad for the girl who gave her heart

Chilling with snow white, won't get you a head start

You know better for we done more shows andwon battle scars

Now you say, you don't ever wanna be or play a part

Yet Y'all be picking leftovers of what I discard

Now lemme give ya'll a five syllable word

Courtesy of dosas n drugs

When I sing is like Dmx Or popSmoke

With your nasalisation you made me wanna throw up

You ain't on my level, acting asinine

To play the right side, you'll be an Asswipe

I see your face again, reshape your jawline

Let me see you rap after that, you fucking low life