LOOK LIKE DEATH ft. JHBBOSS Lyrics

Death

I woke up and I felt like death

In fact I feel like I've never slept

Black three piece on a kevlar vest

I look like death

Excalibur the long nose and it smells success

Y'all just boomers, can't handle tech

Head to head

It's gon hit like

DEATH

Man moves like Icarus

Thinks he's fly

Till I dust his wings

And bring him down to size

Make him run them things he wears

Jack his style

But don't get it twisted

Don't get it twisted

I'm a man of culture, lifestyle British

Bust the tool, but keep the pinkies lifted

Wipe my shoes before your door gets kicked in

I'm the

Top of the classes, I aced the metrics

Fuck asymetrics, all lame aesthetics

I'll cave their head in

If man come stepping at my tryna wave a weapon

I'm facing death in several ways

Every day

Two bad bitches resonate

Hold a mag in Pat, slip a clip in Liz

Cus I'm about to let em spray

BRRT

You see me pulling up in that black and white

Put that - to his face now he acting right

Death gon shoot from the cannon so say goodnight

Cus these bullets connecting like satellite

They ain't ever gon know bout this kind of life

Turn his soul into fragments don't need a scythe

Let my 9s eat his soul fill they appetite

Try me wrong then i'm doing it out of spite

Grim reaper status the cannons I grab em and I execute

If you want smoke then im popping fasho if you finna come thru

I gotta stick by my side like rick when it flair it go woo

Told em i earned my stripes, real shinigami im the truth

Nah fuck that

I never play for a run back

I've been there, done that

Paid my dues, now I'm taking the funds back

Flagrant youth hear the gun clap

Play my tunes, make 'em run that

If he run his mouth, run up on 'em

Gun em down

Moon come up and sun is down

Tool untucking son is out

Tuckered out

Do you enjoy your youth?

Yeah? Shut your mouth

I never came to play games

But if I did I'd probably take first place

They vacate when D the K came to take names

I never heed their sayings, I can't change ways

On which soul could I snack

A witch soul I could blast

Guarding the night, no makka pakka

But I pack a pair of macs

Backup - Soul and Maka

Switch up - Natsukasa

Black Star, no Bowie

I keep a blade when it's rowdy

I keep my day ones around me

I feel the strain of a lifetime of living

To standards you couldn't maintain

It's astounding

I might be free but it hounds me

Best in his town, he's the best in his county

His country, his continent

Living or dead, few are better than Badi

Get fucked if you doubt me

You see me pulling up in that black and white

Put that - to his face now he acting right

Death gon shoot from the cannon so say goodnight

Cus these bullets connecting like satellite

They ain't ever gon know bout this kind of life

Turn his soul into fragments don't need a scythe

Let my 9s eat his soul fill they appetite

Try me wrong then i'm doing it out of spite

Grim reaper status the cannons I grab em and I execute

If you want smoke then im popping fasho if you finna come thru

I gotta stick by my side like rick when it flair it go woo

Told em i earned my stripes, real shinigami im the truth