Lyrics

​[Intro] Time to hide [Hook] Flow on rosy, nigga Never oppose me, nigga Turn high flyers to poultry, nigga Check the Scriptures, God chose me, nigga Flow on rosy, nigga Never oppose me, nigga Leave 24 in your back, no Kobe, nigga [Verse 1: KUZGUN] This is a TB to when TB couldn't pass past the Giants This is a TB to back then when I used to half-ass my rhymes, and This is a TB to EBT cards, now it's just cars with the TV's Too bad, these weak niggas can't breath, probably got TB Every bitch you see me with, I make sure they're real kinky Love when I make them choke like the rings make their pinkies Beat your ass and call an ambulance for my health Worthless if you don't love me like I love myself I'm your angelic hellchild thrown from purgatory Aware I'm an asshole because in the first place I won't see the world of glory Love replaced by self-hate, purp, and forties You know all of these niggas done hurt you, whore, see But you know damn well, out of all these, I'm the first one cordially So, all you on the floor, adding a few more to my number of murders or G's He paid too much to Satan for the Lord to damn him But Venezuela's doing it for him, there's a manhunt for Hannibal Sanchez Don't fuck with him, he could raise and erase you niggas So, shut the fuck up and give the man a damn raise, you niggas [Bridge] There's monsters there, there's beasts There's killers in them streets They're watching you go sleep [Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer] This a TB to when TB wasn't all that Jazz like Coltrane Or a TB to when a nigga was still whipping a Ford Range Or a TB to when that nigga DC was still in Soul Train TB to when I hit that cruise control and niggas still in the slow lane TB to when my clip had the 9 on that shit like Anderson TB to when I had that Rocket in my pocket like Hamilton Leave 24 in your back like Millsap, nigga And if he fuck with KUZGUN, we gon kill that nigga Y'all ain't in my radar or radius Got the rocket like Tracy, catch bodies like Brady, the Patriot Niggas don't like no Brady Bunch Sold that Marcia gram for like 80 bucks See, when niggas get desperate, we liking overcharging niggas Shoot a nigga in the street and kill the corresponding niggas I never rest until the rest of them rest in peace I get arrested, I rest my case till they set me free I'm like Tyson, I'm biting niggas ears until they Beethoven I'm killing niggas, man, it's like my campaign slogan Sitting in the hotel with the drapes open I don't give a crap like a nigga played poker Fuck a 16, wanna do a 84 like I was Shannon Sharpe Real Scorpion shit, other niggas, they been lacking off I'm not even real, just an inner thought of an imbecile And I might be an afterthought, fuck it, cause I'm fictional [Verse 3: gamemast15r] I am TB like tuberculosis I hope you don't breathe so you can't rap cause I ain't into ho shit I am TB like a terabyte I got so much space in my pad that I ain't even have a life We are TB like the Treasury Board We make so much fucking cash and we don't pray to the lord I am the warlord, stick you in the floorboards I'm the master of your nightmares, call it horror Fuck that shit it isn't enough, I want more gore I have multiple sharp tools to subject you to torture Enemy of the state, Hennessy at your wake Spread your body from Iraq to Tennessee that's your fate Once you pass I'll go to your home and blast your mate Then I masturbate, at a faster rate, because that's my hate I pray to Pastor Ma$e that you don't get a piece of me I'm a villain of evil, what else could evil be? I perform anything and everything I can illegally It seems to me, that you've been acting weasley You know what that means to me? Death will make you cease to be Snatch you for your Jesus piece, you don't have any decency Your luxury car leased, I pray that your face creases and bleeds And cap you for the diseases you breed [Outro] I've accepted my mistakes I cannot hide from fate The monster's taken my own life away This shit will not work So I'll live and let die, and hope I learn