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[Chorus: Kold-Blooded] Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back Comin' off on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back Comin' up on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that Some skimmin' steppin' it up Get booked, get it down from my thang I'm runnin' up on these hoes likе what? No, y'all just can't hang These wannabes makе me laugh I swear, all of them be so lame Your past is not a gangsta, bitch Your soul is too tame I'm pullin' up my content, you assassin I make it happen, all that mid-ass rappin' You flappin', not even a factor To cover the body, I needed to rent a fucking tractor But I laughed when it happened Cause I actually buried the bastard My master torture tactics advanced Your shit is practical I came up with some better shit Than yours while on the toilet, boy From the coalition all the way to the go-take My mission's never changed None of my verses are throwaways But still, I be callin' them out I never did have any doubt Anybody really wanna get into it With me is takin' a death row How many times do I gotta kill these motherfuckers To know I ain't fuckin' around? I'm ruinin' all me kids We back in this bitch forever, been holdin' it down I'm in this graveyard, meth in my hand I'm lookin' around, I see the faces of the ghosts in my past I'm thinkin' about what it would be like to be a monster, my last intermediate Dimensions needed such in the past Shit that glass in my toast is a I be walkin' the road But I'm trippin' up in heaven Till the abyss startin' meets the unknown I got the devil on my shoulder And he's trappin' me home He's tellin' me the truth, he's tellin' me that But I already know In my shoe walkin' tough I be startin' to fuckin' find The human race is facin' the threat when I'm from behind My legit's a curse, but so is the fuckin' mind Depression and obsession are the weapons of the mind Takin' the money back into the woods I be takin' the prize I put it in my goods, grindin' up on these leaves Since I suck it, we know it's in the down of my foot Stirrin' up as a treeline It's tough, but never makin' the victim find I ask him on my purpose and he says I'm doin' fine Tick-tock, time is a knock We gon' live forever We don't mind the clock I heard you sing the weeper And he can meet my Glock And if it jams on me, watch my night go by Tick-tock, time is a knock We gon' live forever We don't mind the clock I heard you sing the weeper And he can meet my Glock And if it jams on me, watch my night go by Every day I'm supposed to die But when they see me in the cut I'ma roll up with the posse, man We hangin' out the window Comin' up, press the lock Tell me what it is and what it do T-T to the E-D, down for my true, true Death and that's a schema, six to nine, foe Got you trippin', I'ma keep it rippin' Cause they wanna die slow, what you know? We comin' up with the quickest, layin' down with the Step back down, cause I'm hell bound Don't you come around, foe Schema creepin' up on the track We comin' to break the bed, grab your shack Bust the gap to the back of a cop car Give me five star when it drop, drop And we comin' to reach up on the top I'm goin' in, like I'm mixed with the juice and the gin Pocket zigzags, I'm rollin' off in a tin Fuck it, better take your gin and just tuck it Let the colors tell you that I'm a frantic boy [Chorus: Kold-Blooded] Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back Comin' off on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that Schema fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back Comin' up on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that