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aw6ken - killshot (remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
man, what the f-ck has this sh-t come to
i’m just tryna’ make a living, tryna’ bust through
but now these rappers wanna gossip, take a gun, shoot
then post “rest easy” on their gram when the blood drew
shut the f-ck up, like a b-tch f-cked in the -ss
come for the plaques, but you ain’t nothing to rap
mumbling f-gs
shrug, say i’m stuck in the past
the difference is i’ll be here in twenty, i’m up built to last
motherf-cker

[verse 2]
i’m bringing a sword to slice
not taking a bit, i’m eating up all the pie
you b-tches be borderline r-t-rded, but i’m about to draw the line
’cause i draw with lines, you snorting lines
you wanna be high
i’m shooting your guys towards the sky, there mortified
i got my red dot on you, i hope you get millaria
your rapping is like jack and jill, boy it’s hilarious
my mucus yellow, that’s spitting, i k!ll canarys c-nt
don’t give a flying f-ck and plane toilets i really never touch
this for the real ones i’m making you pr-cks perish
livid shredding, independent
this big headache, i’m demented, i invented
contemplated suicide, now relieving others with my music’s what i’ve invented

[verse 3]
something artists cannot fake
its from the heart, it’s from the chest
dollars on your plate, but have you gotten the respect
if i robbed you of your fame, and i went chopped up all your checks
would you still drop another tape if it ain’t following the trends
or would you flop it and say “hey, don’t give a f-ck for all these plebs who been on my sh-t from like day one, just let ’em vex”
that’s probably what you’d say
b-tch, i’ll beat cardi in her bed
cardiac arrest
how’s it feel to know i’m hardly at my best
but i got fifty dead legends, and they locked up in my shed
i’m eighteen, i face fiends, my brain see’s past mainstream
but im cold like a popsicle, you sket

[verse 4]
f-ck on the people who thinking i never can do it
i’ll get it, don’t get in my shoe motherf-ckers
step in and they get the fact that i been fighting with demons that begging to move in
you thinking your better, you better just prove it
i’m sicker than syphilis, sticking my d-ck in the cl-toris of this game
i’m lifting my finger up in this weigh in
you really a simpleton, i’m just saying
theres no other way about it
i’m bringing rap back, i dont think you’ll stay around kid
i’m building a time machine to the day they founded big, pac, em, nas
i’ll spread dirt as you laying down, b-tch

- aw6ken lyrics

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