Intro Lyrics

You never miss your well

Til your well run dry

Seems like only yesterday

You were here, smiling

Now you've gone away

But I know, you're in a better place

No traces of you, what can I do

I'm numb, and confused (Evan, what is going on)

They look at me like public enemy, I'm numero uno

Been telling lies all on my name, but really tell me what you know

No I can't kick it with these niggas, left my feet up at Pluto

I been a big league baller, niggas stuck in that JUCO

Gave you melodies and flows that they can't imitate

(They can't bite this)

Through the cons and all the pros know I still elevate

(Flight risk)

I'm forever in control of my soul and my goals

And for better or for worse, out that concrete I rose

And I still ain't seen the better me (uh uh)

They want the best of me (uh huh)

I'm Annalise now they plotting to see the death of me

I play for keeps so they asking me for the recipe

(For the recipe)

They sending threats in the text but I been on DND

Say you a goat but you parading in that sheep fest nigga

Work remote, so I'm controlling what you see next nigga

I bring the smoke for you to choke and, that's a reflex nigga

She can't even vote, and left a goat, I got no regrets nigga

I'm coming for you, but I'm the best ever

I'm the most brutal and vicious

Most ruthless champion there's ever been

There's no one can stop me

I'm just ferocious, I want your heart

I wanna eat his children

I just got out of jail and I ain't going back

I ain't going back

What's wrong with you

You acting all scared nigga

You ain't never seen a gun before

Stop pointing the gun at the boy man

Nigga look, don't you disrespect me in front of company

Alright, alright, let the gun go off

And if you listening to me, then can you really do better

Hold up wait just lemme see

You really think that you clever

Watching me off in the distance

Acting like you would never (ha ha)

I'm gone send you on a mission

Follow this to the letter

Look, white chalk, outlines

You bet not leave no witness (nah)

Knife talk, night time, then strike him with precision

Big trunk, zip ties, I bet you he go missing (woo)

Just know, that these rhymes, is only the beginning

(Beginning)

Haha, whew

Ohh man, mhm

This what they brought us to (yes sir)

Ha, this what it's come to (mhm)

You know they say

Once upon a time

Bahamian artists could actually rap

Mr. Footsteps

I promise you ain't nothing changed

It's just twenty twenty-three not nineteen ninety-three

Just remember that

Killer on a killing spree

Killer on a killing spree

Niggas bet, niggas bet

Niggas bet not fuck with me

Killer on a killing spree

Killer on a killing spree

Thirty, thirty of them fucking deep