KHAN

HEY, HOW DO YOU DO?
I'M IN YOUR HOUSE SMOKIN' GAS WITH YOUR BOO
ME AND MY CREW ON THE WAY TO THE MOON
SMOKING ON SPACE TILL WE FLOAT OUT THE ROOM

I DON'T WANNA TALK
‘YOU DON'T WANNA TALK?’
I DON'T WANNA TALK TO NOBODY LIKE YOU
YOU LIKE THE GUM ON THE BACK OF MY SHOE
SOMEBODY SEND THIS LIL' BABY TO SCHOOL

I DO NOT SPIT WHEN I CHEW

I ONLY SPIT OUT THE TRUTH

I'M JUST A REGULAR DUDE
WHO HAS GOT NO PROBLEM
EXCEEDING THE ROOF

I LOVE THE CHASE

I LET HIM RUN THEN I SHOOT
I THINK IM BAD LIKE I'M BOUJEE
JUST LIKE I'M X, I BRING WEIGHT TO BOOTH

I LOVE MY TIMEPIECE IT STEADY TICKIN' THE TIME AWAY
AND I COULD NEVER HAVE PATIENCE TO GIVE YOU TIME OF DAY
SOMEHOW I FEEL A LOT SAFER WHEN MY HANDS HOLD GRENADES
AND WHEN I PULL OUT THE PIN, YOU CAN TELL ME HOW IT TASTE

DON'T TELL ME WHAT I NEED, I'LL LEAVE THE FUNCTION FILLED WITH FLAMES
AND I'LL MAKE SURE THAT THESE RAPPERS DO NOT ESCAPE THE FLAMES
I'M FUCKIN' SICK OF THIS SHIT
THE WAY THEY SUCK DICK FOR PLAYS
I'M FUCKING SICK OF THE TALKING IT'S TIME FOR RENEGADE

I AM THE SUM OF MY AMBITIONS
AND MY WORST MISTAKES
AND I'MA STICK TO THAT LIKE BLOOD STICK TO MY SWITCHBLADE
YOU TELL ME THAT YOU 100 AND THEN YOU SWITCH LANES
I GUESS THAT GOES TO SHOW WHAT IT REALLY MEANS TO BE BITCH MADE

I GOT MONEY
ON MY BODY
I'M TRYNA BE SOMEBODY
YOU TRYNA SOUND LIKE CARTI
PUT A CROSS ON HIS HEAD LIKE A NAZI
BLACKED OUT WINDOWS IN THE MAZI
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, DO YOU COPY?
AND YOUR GIRL WANNA FUCK, PROBABLY

I CAME TO CONQUER THIS BITCH WITH MY CLIQUE
GOT YOUR GIRL ON MY SHIT AND SHE CALLING ME GHENGHIS KHAN
GET IN MY FACE, TRYNA THROW ME A CASE SOMEBODY TELL THIS BOY I'M LITERALLY CALM
I BET YOU LOOK REAL FUNNY LIKE HUMPTY DUMPTY IF I CAME AND SNAPPED YOUR ARMS
I THINK I FUCKED UP MY KIDNEYS 'CAUSE I'M DRINKIN' SILLY, I NEED ME SOME HANDLE BARS

BECAUSE I'M GOING TOO FAST
CAN'T TAKE MY FOOT OF THE GAS
SO I MIGHT JUST WRAP MY WHIP
AROUND MY EX'S NEW MAN AND BITCH I WILL PROBABLY LAUGH

YOUR RAPS ARE PROBABLY ASS
LIKE BITCH I WILL PROBABLY PASS
I GOT MY HANDS ON THE STASH
AND I BET YOU COULD TOO, IF YOU WASN'T SO TRASH

DAY JOB
DIDN'T PAY OFF
SO I FACED
GOD
HE AIN'T SAY NUN
SO I'LL WASTE TIME
'TIL I FLAT LINE
I'M A SHITTY FUCKIN' PRODUCT
OF THIS DEAD MIND
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