(1991) +liveNbreathe**

[Verse: SAINTLYSILAS]
Bitch its a robbery (Ski mask)
Coming in sharp like lobotomy (Surgical)
When I'm gettin' hits just sit, its nothin' personal
Go ahead relax nigga, ain't nobody heard of you
Go and take a chill pill (Percocet)
You don't like life, you like cheap thrills
You'll go ahead and get yourself killed (Kill yourself)
I make white money like my name bill
Finna rap in my white voice
Shout out to my white boys
Going to pull up in a white royce
That's not a real strap, that's a nerf toy (Ha Ha Ha)
Enough play, Got a lot to say (What?)
You don't drive a Lamb you drive a Hyundai, Calm down (Woah)
Talkin' bout these niggas on soundcloud (Woah)
Always got some shit up in their mouth now
Damn, Does everybody rap now?
Real quеstion, I'm just tryna' find out
Tell the truth nigga you might get rattеd out
He ain't catch a body bruh, He's just tatted out
Tough, That's tough
"I'ma hex you and your family" That's a real bluff
Say that shit again nigga you will end up
Wit' body round your bag in a black truck
Ahh, woosah, gotta chill out
Need a bad bitch I can dick down
So much energy a nigga might spaz out
Money comin' in a nigga need math now
One Two Three Four Five Five Six
Bullets in my .30 and a nigga won't miss
I'm a sharpshoot so I always hit clips
360 No scope, nigga watch this
What else can I say bruh?
1991, that's a good cut
Talkin' shit on beats, that's real fun
Diarrhea on the track, nigga got runs (Ew)
I should take that back
Silas rap songs always hit like crack
Beats go together like heroin and straps
Been to the trap, yeah I know a couple facts
Yeah, what chu' know bout' it
I'm a young nigga wit' some real talent
Rapping on beats, bent plug, no tellin'
You can't even rap on one beat, you sellin'
Yes, and for my last piece
Y'all niggas can't even make beats
I made this hoe, and it sounds nice
You couldn't hit notes if you really tried