Room 921

[Verse 1]
Seen his body move
I've seen his body twitch
His heart is black and he's mad he will not repent
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Needs love, needs attention it's like fucking crack
We all got problems in our brain ready to attack
We all fold but in the end we gotta bounce back
I've seen you ridin' with some demons in your Cadillac
Don't lack keep a gat in yo backpack
Me and my homies stay strapped that's a fucking fact
So if you run up you get done up we gon' smoke you fast
If any rapper wanna test we gon' bust your ass
That goes for you 52 you a fuckin' fag

[Hook]
I want static bitch
Let me have it bitch
I wanna end yo fucking life with a hatchet bitch
So ima roll up on your block with that ratchet bitch
And ima dump my fucking clips at that maggot bitch

[Verse 2]
I'm tired of these fucking rappеrs always testing us
They ain't shit and they know it man it's been discussеd
Bragging 'bout your fucking numbers that I've been crushed
My shit doubled in the time it took you to catch up
Yuh you ain't making money bitch
And I've seen your fucking stats and you across the board shit
Claim you made $500 that's so motherfucking dumb
Only 500 you got was from this motherfucking drum
Came with no chill
Taking souls but if I can't my homie star will
He out of state but he real so he gon' come to kill
You ain’t got labels on your line, you ain't gon' make no deal
So quit cappin' for the gram or we gon' make you squeal

[Verse 3]
Yuh
Welcome to room 921
Make you fuckin' run you ain't got no fuckin' gun
This glizzy hit 'em hard like a motherfuckin' drum
Run up on yo ass get to stomping then I'm gone