The Kickoff (Freestyle) (Remastered) Lyrics

You'll never catch me trippin' off a bitch again

Everyday, I gotta grind, you niggas play pretend

I see your hope and wish and prayin' for a better outcome

I outrun ammunition from you niggas

It's my mission, you're missin' my message

It's my confession, you're messin' with the kid, who you testin'?

You ain't big, so why you flexin'?

I can talk my shit, but I will back it up

You can't hang with me, so pack it up

I got your bitch rollin' blunts at my table

Feelin' like I am unable to move

However, nothin' to prove I am hotter than Hades

All black, my Mercedes like the pop of Haiti

Haven't seen me lately, movin' on the load

That's why they hate me, from my mouth, I prophesy

Homicide, on my side, I got the

Mac 4 on my back so I survive Like a hive, I make it buzz because I love the sound my chopper make Rhymin' with precision, I'm a doctor when I operate

Clean cut, get opened up

God ask, now you floatin' up

Blood gushin', homies, rush to soak it up

Vengeance in mind, says the Lord, so he sent me

I'm the reaper, holdin' the chrome, so please don't tempt me

Ten deep in my Bentley, how so?

Hopped out, all wearin' Bordeaux sevens Holdin' Mac 11's

I promise where you're goin is not heaven

If I said it, then I mean it, I'm a menace

In my pocket is the greenest lettuce In my trigger finger spazzin', it's a fuckin' fetish