boy froot – noided lyrics
[keiki]
wake up find yaself on my shelf
thinkin’ bout all the things ya felt
now you worried you in h-ll
you could call it that, matta fact
didn’t make it far, in my car
til you p-ssed out, now you in a jar
i’m workin hard to get by
but these urges never die
somehow i’m still alive
bullets gonna fly
i was supposed to die a thousand times
but i’m not, so i’m c-cked
unleashin’ fury on the block
paranoia got you hot, eye on the clock
hands never stop, not until you f-ckin’ rot
they keep movin’ for me, won’t someone set me free
don’t wanna suffer but my name’s keiki
it’s a tragedy, don’t you see?
i’m the monster you make of me
now i’m in ya mind, lookin’ for a sign
is this how i’m gonna die? wrist to the knife
go on and take your life, so we can reunite
[boy froot]
knock on wood, my n-gga i’m good
if ya step in my hood, get this understood
we disregard the law
we’ll drink ya blood through bendy straws
hitchu wit the devil’s claw, leave you naked in the raw
chop ya with the copping saw
cops ask questions, say h-ll naw
i ain’t seen sh-t, got a permit?
til then ya -ss must aquit
don’t throw a fit, just take a hit
sit right back, get real lit
be right back in a l!ckity split
get rid of the sh-t that i must omit
cover up the crime that i didn’t commit
sh-t, i’m caught
but it ain’t what ya thought
and i didn’t take the shot
and i didn’t tie the knot
it was keiki, cuz god woulda never had forgave me
and i guarantee, it wasn’t me, they disagree
i got an alibi to prove i ain’t the bad guy
just look into my mind’s eye i wouldn’t let that sh-t fly
[buzz wallace]
dolla bills, h-lla pills
smokin’ crack, drinkin’ yak
countin’ k!lls, rollin’ hills
bringin’ back that booty smack
helter skelter, melt ya shelter
slaughter daughter and rape ya father
come back swingin’, i be bringin’
cocaine schemin’, countless meanin’
to the front, bogart the blunt
paws to the face you’ll be disgraced
not to replace, without a face
call a case, you can’t retrace
origin sp-ce is quantum lace
buildings blocks the keys and locks
sheep in flocks, the truth in mops
sinkin’ yachts with icy rocks
when i’m comin, see you runnin’
never frontin’, stay 100
up out here it’s for the money
and it pays to be the lucky
combin’ up, sh-t, tons of honey
paranoid, they comin’ for me
[keiki]
catch keiki schemin’, guns beamin’
stay leanin, or get bleedin’
put you in the knapsack, glocks packed
with extensive clips, expensive sh-t
for intensive hits, b-tch
keep ya lips zipped or get ya lid nixed
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