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Knives to my back
Motherfuckers want me dead
Ridin' with the fakes
Bitch I can't catch a break yeah
Been through that whole life
You want get that rari
And I wanna fight
You hate what I like
Then ditchin' my ass
And I pull up my knife
Guts full of crap
Gang being bad
You dunno who dat
It's making me sad
And I don't wanna have that
I don't wanna have that
I just wanna rest
Just wanna rest
Rest in piece my trust
Lovell got it right
And all I got was just (All I got was just)
Knives to my back
Motherfuckers want me dead
Ridin' with the fakes
Bitch I can't catch a break yeah
Knives to my back
Motherfuckers want me dead
Ridin' with the fakes
Bitch I can't catch a break yeah
I ain't poking dead dog
We ain't live in past
Dunno term rip off
Slasher games will last
You grew up on Grove Street bitch
Me in Haddonfield
And you and you
You know my feast
Michael M aka Jason Voorhees
I ain't doable
Shit I'm invulnerable
My g's put the bali on
Dead bodies and we're far from done
Motherfuckers be gone
Didn't take that long
We always tryna grind for a fact
that you bitches need to get it off our back
Sippin' with the real crew and not with twats
What I get from you is just lickin' ball sack
Knives to my back
Motherfuckers want me dead
Ridin' with the fakes
Bitch I can't catch a break yeah
WRITERS
Martin Tauchman
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