They say a coward dies a thousand deaths.
Well, u a dead man walking with a thousand left.
Line em’, and watch me kill ‘em’ all , wit style and finesse..
And watch my trigger finger do about a thousand reps..
They say a coward dies a thousand deaths.
Well let’s see how many you have left when I Swiss cheese ya neck.
Muzzle on that Tech helps it breathe the best.
Headshot. He didn’t need the vest.
It was overkill. He didn’t need the rest.
My name is like Birdman. Bitch it needs respect.
Like DJ Khaled, “We the best”.
I’m getting to the money mom, don’t even stress.
Just do it like Nike, I need the checks.
I can take yo bitch, then feed her X.
You can dodge the right. But can’t weave the left.
Lung shots got him hurt when he breathes a breath.
I’m Da Gawd coz every beat I bless.
Or I can slice ya throat and watch u bleed to death.
They say a coward dies a thousand deaths. Well u a dead man walk
[Chorus]
They say a coward dies a thousand deaths.
Well, u a dead man walk-in with a thousand left.
Line em’, and watch me kill ‘em’ all , wit style and finesse..
And watch my trigger finger do about a thousand reps.
[Verse]
Kam, tell these niggas catch-up.
They ain’t know, I been next up.
I don’t know why they tryin to flex fa.
Oh, coz I smashed ya bitch and I stretched her.
But yo bitch called me. I ain’t text her.
And her best friend, she next up.
I just wanna put something in her chest bruh.
And nutt on everything from the neck up.
These mustard niggas need to ketchup.
But I got bread, where’s the beef bruh.
See, I’ll break a bitch like a glass cup.
And got Za twisted so I’m gassed up.
Catch-up like you last in a track meet.
My pistol’s longer than Shaq’s feet.
Ya lifetime goal, I passed last week.
And ya bitch pussy dry. that’s if u ask me.
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Yeah I’m back on my shit again.
Bouta take me a shit again.
Built to lose but I’m born win.
So forgive me lord if I have to sin.
And bring another man to an early end.
Lil YN’s can’t worry him.
Tell me why the laws wanna bury him.
And these crazy woes wanna marry him.
See I fuck wit woes that’s Aquarius.
Got Scorpio, and Sagittarius.
Tasha, Toya, and Tamika shit.
Them woes gon make me very rich.
Bornwinner, we very sick how movin them packs out.
Posted up at the crack house.
At the table wit racks.
Ballin like I was Stackhouse.
I’m a country boy, I don’t back down.
I’m from the bottom like concrete, and I’m in the hood like a crack child.
Smoke weed til I pass out.
Sippin Remy at the night spot.
No love for a bitch coz my heart cold as an icebox.
Major league like the white Sox.
U gon fuck around and catch 9 shots.
Body be in that pine box.
While ya family screaming, “Why God!!!”
D B D we the firing squad.
Alter Ego, we the fly guys.
Aliens from outta space.
Y’all should call us Sci-fi.
