Lyrics
I got a body of methods
Better just watch who you testing
Ill send this blade through intestine
I hope you getting the message
Till they throw me in the pen
I still carve deep with my pen
These lyrics never gon' end
I make the fucker repent
I turned up, fuckin descend
The splitting image of Him
Way you fuck on the side, run off
Think that fucker gon' hide, thought wrong
If you try me you die, nod off
Then I wake up still fried, nod off
Way you fuck on the side, run off
Think that fucker gon' hide, thought wrong
If you try me you die, nod off
Then I wake up still fried, nod off
Ay, don't know what to say
I ain't been one to play
know my Shawty want a taste
I could bend minds all day
Everybody wanna fuck me
While I'm high on K
I got a body of methods
And I cant hear no one talkin
I think my vision is blurry
I cant just get up and walk it off
And the people that sin
They got my back when it ends
I play this track say amen
Don't get it twisted, I'm in
Psychotic visions of threats
Narcotic visual death
Way I cant get it right, I'm cursed
Way I carve with my knife, it hurts
I just wanna survive, wont work
Why cant we try to just make this work