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Suicide (ft. Ab-Liva)

Yeah, I just ordered one my nigga

YeahI'm still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba

Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers

Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ

In that glass back, the motor is the ass crack

I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter

Holy father to em, I ain't talking Jesus neither

Balance on the scale, I ain't a Libra either

I'm just a name and number with the means to reach ya

Grim Reaper, him cheaper, him chief of

His army, MCM on gym sneakers

You knowin that hymn better, he been preaching

You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers you been leeching

Been baller, been Jacob, been dealer

Been realer, pound sign, been trilla

All killer, no filler, been iller

Fraud niggas you zoolander, Ben StillerWhen it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go

And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes

35 hundred, just point and give them a name

They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same

You don't know me nigga, fuck out my wayBetween renter and a homeowner

Hip Hop, we can cover any rolling stoner

Louboutins I heist nigga, or that bitch Winona

Stop comparing me to rappers cause they in their moment

Might of crossed the name brand every blue

But these brand names to a brand owner isn't new

Don't make us equal cause we shared a bitch or two

She ain't the angel that you think, she reincarnated too

I build mine off fed time and dope lines

You caught steam off headlines and co-signs

Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals

Like the bible don't burn like these bullets don't spiral

Like I can't see the scene that you mirror in your idol

But a pawn's only purpose is completely suicidal

Oh, suicide, it's a suicide

I'm just talking to the world like it's you and IWhen it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go

And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes

35 hundred, just point and give them a name

They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same

You don't know me nigga, fuck out my wayNothing but cash here, this sweater is cashmere

The roof is a translucent, it's nothing but glass there

The car is a concept, what's next is my last year

My future is bright hot, you never can last here

I'm top 5, listen, who hot in the past year?

Five heartbeats and I'm feeling like Flash here

Cause what I captured is the beast unleashed in the pasture

Story of the sheep and the wolves I un-master

Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped 'em

Unpacked, powder rise and it fall like Sebastian

Telfair, tailor-made suits hand crafted

Over Bottega Veneta, high tops unfastened

S550 drop top is unimaginable

To my hand drop and then he unattached it

Practice it, nigga brick, break down, break dance

Crab walk, back spin, tanner than my black skinWhen it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go

And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes

35 hundred, just point and give them a name

They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same

You don't know me nigga, fuck out my way

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TERRENCE THORNTON, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, R. EASTPublished by

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