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Ted Bundy Feat. Elz Jenkins
Jarren Benton
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Nigga done fucked up, right?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know you done fucked up, right?
Oh, you a killer, but soon as they come
And put you in cuffs, you had an awakening
You with your gang, but now you don't know, they
Gave you some chicken, you gave 'em a statement
Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
I just had some kids, I'm missin' my baby
Shit is all sick, you know it's all twisted
So fuck your opinion, it ain't no debatin'
Nigga was with it, he turned into witness
They give him a sentence, he hand it to you
First he would spin it, and now he gon' spin
It, and now he so timidly tellin' the truth
Don't give a fuck, he sit on the stand
They ask if he see the perp' in the room
First he was swervin', watchin' his words
And now like a virgin, he fingerin' you
Mm, now the whole family shot
Tellin' the business, he swear you a
Menace that just wanna kill all the opps
Mm, look at the jury, they fillin' with
Fury, and now they decision is locked
Mm, judge is a racist, gettin' impatient, now you just want it to stop
Not
Nigga done fucked up, right?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know you done fucked up, right?
Yeah, yeah (Brrt)
These days, niggas be fake as a BBL, oh, we can tell
Driven by clout, no CDL
Less than an hour, they ringin' the bell
They sing like Adele when they speakin' to 12
Turn beef into burgers like Kenan and Kel
Pull up in an Uber and feed 'em the shells
He step on a snake, watch him bleed from the scales, yeah
They probably get more attention for snitchin'
When I get condemned, more mentions, for instance
Interviews, more clout, shit is just different
You make the decision to lighten your sentence
You rather give statements than life in the prison
Your nigga still sittin' and fightin' the system
No money to take care his wife and his children
You out in the free world, hidin' that feelin' of guilt
I'm just layin' it down like a quilt
The game is dirty, can't wipe off the filth
Not cut from the cloth where these niggas was built
Can't get that appeal, so blood get spilt
Look over your shoulders, oh, they want him killed
Seen it before, yeah, you know the drill
He thought it was Gucci, but they caught him slippin'
He stopped at the light and his cap gotโ (Brrt)
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