Lames

[Verse 1]
No more smiles to compile
Running miles, running tired
I ride to the sky, gettin’ high
Thinking why
This time, I’m question what the fuck is inside
Gun in my hand no joke, I slide
I'm letting you know
I'm coming for each and every single sign
Of every snake that keep my name rollin’ off her lip
I gives a bitch what she deserve
Nasty flow, serve it to her cold
Cross my path you gone feel the blow
‘Cause I been nice to a bitch, no more
Let them know I'm up
They Don't like me, thеy gone respect mе
These bitches mad I came to kill so best lookout for me
Ain't nun to fuck with
Runnin’ this shit you cannot touch it
Go ahead dismiss me
Never lived by no fuckin’ opinion
I ain't no dick rider
I’m finna show love to genuine people
Thinking I’m feeble minded, let this 9 milla take its toll
I’m on a roll
Got gangsta hits
Kickin’ back, roll it up then reload the clips
Betta duck, try not get hit
All black fit
Mask and shit
Going hard on the mic
I’m the fury in a fight
Get into it I just might
Let me know that we on sight
So you putas realize
And you bustas recognize

[Verse 2]
Every day, aye
Let ‘em know, they
In trouble, get you some
Sneak dissin’ in the chats
But in person they all lack
In the back of the ‘lac
In the back of the mag’
What you pussies finna do
Got my vato, point at you
In the real life, it ain't you
The persona that you drew
Coolin’ songs but you ain't cool
Ima busta-killin fool
All the enemies, I chew up
Bitches they running, they screwed up
Coming up mad ‘cause they choose to
Sleep on the game
Putas is tame
What it would take to lay y'all up in a casket
Blade in my jacket
Mothafuckas faces drool
When I school these bitches good
‘Cause I'm really in the mood
Shoot it in the fuckin’ basket

[Verse 3]
El coraje que llevo por dentro
Lo siento presente al verte
No puedo creer en los seres humanos
Cansados de esta sociedad
Vidas tomamos
Chansamos con demonios
Tememos a nada
Toda una vida, aferrada
Lo que queda un corazón duro
No puedo confiar y nunca las procuro
Estas putas farsantes
Se mueren
Parecen que vidas no tienen
Cerebros no tienen
Aver si me sienten
Palabras que caín
Manifesta mi mente
Odio a la gente
Don't cross paths with a misanthropic hoe
All these rucas needa know
Everyday that I go
That I turn into they own worst enemy
They gon see
Prodigy, with a old school flow
They can't cut in front of me