CHAOS CONTROL! (Live)

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Cam Steady & Mir Blackwell - Rap, Live

CHAOS CONTROL! (Live)

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[Intro] Chaos Control Hey Hey How you do twin Glocks Hey Hey [Chorus: Cam Steady] Out of time to cry, drier in the rain Murder on my mind, I'm inspired by the flames This no homicide, just another day Mother fucker you're no friend of mine So pull up, I'mma skate into your lane, with the two twin Glocks Put the tooly to ya brain, make a loose screw pop See a head go fucking bang, when the new kid drops Keep on acting like a fake, I could use new opps For these two twin Glocks [Verse 1: Cam Steady] Now I'm over revenge Shit can't be personal becausе my inner person is dead Dеserted in this purgatory when they purged all my friends I'm never hurting again In fact, I'm feeling young and reckless When I'm with the chopper like Midwest is I'm a rat in lab the way they test this Boy you need to check wrist, this gold's not to flex shit Drip just weighs me down to slow me from grantin' your death wish Hey hey, stop talking this lip, drop like a pitch shift Quick when I drift with clips, that's a rip stick Ultimate shit, I control em with a wrist flick This emerald fit got him lookin' like a rich kid, damn At the end of the haul, I can't remember at all The reason I became a demon of detestable laws Defeated screaming is becoming such a settling call So fuck an ethical cause, hey hey hey [Chorus: Cam Steady] Out of time to cry, drier in the rain Murder on my mind, I'm inspired by the flames This no homicide, just another day Mother fucker you're no friend of mine So pull up, I'mma skate into your lane, with the two twin Glocks Put the tooly to ya brain, make a loose screw pop See a head go fucking bang, when the new kid drops Keep on acting like a fake, I could use new opps For these two twin Glocks [Verse 2: Mir Blackwell] And this shit don't stop, I promise I'mma take it to the top Don't talk just watch Lotta corpses that I done left to rot Many shells get spent from the Glock Finna set this shit on fire for hire for when you need the slate, wiped clean Feeling creative I'm finna Bob Ross his white tee Goin down in the field for kami that's highly unlikely Knock his head off his shoulders I heard that boy like to sightsee Well if you want me so bad, I'm finna mutilate yo body parts Don't make me mad or else you finna need a bodyguard The feds on my ass, they tryna find out where the bodies are But I'm too thorough baby, I bet they don't even know where to start Signed ya soul to a debt that you can't afford Move on my own volition, I don't obey no lord Pussy boy I'm so committed, I'm coming with the force This is an emotionless killing it bring me no remorse [Chorus: Cam Steady] Out of time to cry, drier in the rain Murder on my mind, I'm inspired by the flames This no homicide, just another day Mother fucker you're no friend of mine So pull up, I'mma skate into your lane, with the two twin Glocks Put the tooly to ya brain, make a loose screw pop See a head go fucking bang, when the new kid drops Keep on acting like a fake, I could use new opps For these two twin Glocks

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  • Kamiyada+
  • Cam Steady