2000 Rounds

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Flex, go off
 Another thousand at your face
 You gon' remember me
 Better run and hide, no one's safe
 You are no friend of me
 Blackmage and Buffet, the sets everything else
 Gonna get a dagger up in your chest
 Summoning Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death
 Swangin' like an orangutan
 Blood stains gon' hit the floor
 I broke my nose and forgot my name
 And who the fuck gon' take me home
 Lost my phone in the pit, swang and I miss
 Kicked in the jaw for flaming a bitch
 My eyes twitching, from the blood dripping
 Hundred one thugs and they roll with me
 Got a mini MAC in the Cadillac
 With a thousand rounds that'Il send you back
 To your granny's house with ya panties out
 Got you looking like a fucking faggot now
 You can't hang with me
 Stay low-key, that's my mystique
 Grew a tree and bought a hammock just to hang my feet
 I thought Iid be dead by now
 Comin' up and never going back
 Never going back to when nobody had my back
 Still, I won't crack a smile until the pain hits the brakes
 And just eases up off of me
 Let me breathe
 Let me breathe
 Why can I not keep up with all of the self-deprecation, brain fading
 Leave me to die on the pavement, I never wanted this
 I fucked that bitch 'til she bled on me under the trees at night
 Dirt all on her hands and feet
 Then left her red on read, alone like she found me
 I'm cursed to die alone, I think I hear my daddy callin' me
 Another thousand at your face
 You gon' remember me
 Better run and hide, no one's safe
 You are no friend of me
 Blackmage and Buffet, the sets everything else
 Gonna get a dagger up in your chest
 Summoning Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death
 

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Duration
02:02
Key
11
Tempo
145 BPM

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