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Killer

Coopex
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I didn't wanna have to let go Didn't wanna let go But my demons said so I didn't wanna have to let go Didn't wanna let go But my demons said so Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I need a 100 pack Gave that bitch 200, took my 100 back Run the the city like I'm Chapo We ain't never seen 'em, that's a John Doe Keep a burner in my sock drawer Rollin' up the kush on the top floor Who the fairest of 'em all? I be running shit like a fucking marathon Yeah, see the gold in the charm heavy These haters see me, make they palms sweaty If you diss me I go Tom Petty Fuck the shit up out you bitch, you not ready All my homies, they be militant Bitches on my rod like a fisherman They wanna lock me up, I'm tripping man Someone go and tell the judge that I'm innocent I didn't wanna have to let go Didn't wanna let go But my demons said so I didn't wanna have to let go Didn't wanna let go But my demons said so Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn (Drama) Had my Family turn to frenemies, follow me while I'm on Had my brothers switch into bitches, I'm steady flicking them switches I'm laughing rolling in riches, no scratching hold in my inches Netting every basket, ain't nothing but getting swishes Shout out my people, supporters just know we equal I be deflecting evil in battle with my cerebral Ayo, shout out to Swisha, my homie's rolling the piff up Pull up the venue, these hoes asking for pictures I didn't wanna have to let go Didn't wanna let go But my demons said so I didn't wanna have to let go Didn't wanna let go But my demons said so Yeah, I need a 100 pack Gave that bitch 200, took my 100 back Run the the city like I'm Chapo We ain't never seen 'em, that's a John Doe Keep a burner in my sock drawer Rollin' up the kush on the top floor Who the fairest of 'em all? I be running shit like a fucking marathon Yeah, see the gold in the charm heavy These haters see me, make they palms sweaty If you diss me I go Tom Petty Fuck the shit up out you bitch, you not ready All my homies, they be militant Bitches on my rod like a fisherman They wanna lock me up, I'm tripping man Someone go and tell the judge that I'm innocent