1000 Deaths

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hopped out the Sprinter in the dead of the winter Wit' hella niggas The beef never settle, we let it simmer (Uh) My bitch a real head spinner I mean ever since I put lead in the members of your clique, they quit messin' with us My sex drive ride like a S5 Check the finesse drive This as simple as connect-the-dots "Get the hell out of Dodge," said the cops "You got hip-hop in a headlock, she foamin' at the mouth" (Ow) Green light them niggas, open house Molotov cocktail, might have to smoke 'em out, no doubt, uh (No doubt, nigga) Six million ways to die, choose a couple Brothers bustin' at your bubble goose Way down in Moose Knuckle Slipped once, oops But the move was subtle The new Uzi come with the muzzle I think "What Would Rosebudd Do?" Took the crown, flooded it with colored gems, fuck it One less thing scratched off the bucket list (Scratch that) Y'all been put on notice, niggas, we on it No homo–I don't love Makonnen Shit ain't changed, you know the game Money, hoes, clothin' It's all golden, I'm still walking on roses Uh—late sessions with my therapist, forever pissed We was left for dead with no inheritance (They left us) The only heirlooms passed down to the ghetto kids was metal That's the same weapon that Bob shot the sheriff with, uh [Chorus] All I wanted was the finer things Bad bitches just scream my name Big chains, diamond rings, and cars I bet you didn't think that I would go far Well, baby, this is how the story goes We was taught to hustle, this is all we know Squeeze the fifth, did it all for the cash (Uh) Bet you you ain't never did no shit like that Never in yo' fuckin' life Some fuckin'—ya'll niggas some big, big L7's, man (Uh) Ya dig? Marc, nigga [Verse 2] We built this from the ground up, kiddo This a kilo on my earlobe For real though, y'all some weirdos (Weird niggas) Ferragamos with the clear soles The new TEC-22 with the air holes Gotta be prepared, holmes Baby, I'm a head case; It's a leg race So many Cuban chains I'm runnin' out of neck space, uh You're not a blip on the God radar Fuck an A&R, I can do way more with a AR (Yeah) Extended clip on the K look like a space bar, quasar Don't make me have to pull it like the race card, uh So don't you ever test my patience For the drama, I been waitin' I left a couple shell casings