GAWNE

"Homicide"

[Chorus]
We're havin’ a homicide, homicide
And f*ck, I'm goin' out my mind, out my mind
Even if you wanna live, you gotta die
Cause’ we're having a homicide, homicide

[Verse 1]
There was finna be that hell to pay, H.T.P
Back when I swore to the G-O-D
To be the T.B.E, the best ever to be a real MC
Rapid-fire like an LMG
Spit it alphabetical, L-M-N-O-P
I been OC, with a pen I'm mean
And never cease to defeat my enemies
Don't let 'em breathe
I'ma get 'em, even comin' with a head of steam
Perspective POV, is what I see when f*ckin’ beats
I’m blowin' up like TNT, with ten homies
We been low-key like denim jeans
I then OD, like Whitney on the CBD
And THC, and LSD, and DMT, and PCP
Amphetamines, and heavily sedated off ketamine
And codeine, lamotrigine corrodes my spleen
But OMG, I’m supposed to be like twenty-three and hungry
But younger me's winnin' since DVDs
Fore' I was even at the motherf*ckin’ DMV
Infinite rap momentum, I get 'em
And then I mentally end 'em
There's never even been a lick of the elegance
As I'm pickin' up my pen and then I bicker like Eminem
What I got to do to get to rippin' it quicker than anyone
As I'm enterin' my element
Then again, I'm becomin' the venomous
f*ck your relevance
You're never gonna be bigger than my edifice
Motherf*ckers are deaded, beheaded the nemesis
Spit with artificial intelligence
Indelible when I get up and wreck a flow
WIth a pen I go incredible
The skeptical will never know that I'm headed for the genitals
And I got tentacles, when I let it blow
I'm an animal, antelope, f*ckin' cannibal, Hannibal
To the catacombs, dead as f*ck when I batter bones
Vatical, manic ho, grammatical when I gat a flow
I'm erratic ho, then I get mad and go tyrannical
No antidote, for what I plan to do to every man and ho
Cause' I'm magical
901, Shelby Drive, look alive, catch a vibe
I just murdered sh*t, now you could never do this in your life
I go crazy with this sh*t
Ya'll don't phase me, not a bit
Seven figures, that ain't rich
How the f*ck could I quit?
Too many died for this sh*t!

[Chorus]
We're havin' a homicide, homicide
And f*ck, I'm goin' out my mind, out my mind
Even if you wanna live, you gotta die
Cause' we're having a homicide, homicide
(Yeah, we're having a homicide)

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to B.I.G, rest in peace to Nip
Legends never die, ya'll two geniuses
So in heaven, I, live and breathe this sh*t
On a level like Serena and Venus is
Hold up, hold up, wait a minute
I got's to handle some business
All of these labels be callin'
Hold up, I need a minute
Uh, you could tell 'em
I'ma need the upwards of four to five million
For the glorified spittin'
Plus a couple of them court-side tickets
To the Bulls on the North Side
Joyride, whippin' in a Porsche 911, with a door wide engine
I'm like Ninja up in Fortnite winnin'
Now I'm world record spittin'
So they put me in the Guinness Book
Burned my critics
I'm puttin' on a clinic, like Federer in tennis
I never stop, you can bet I'm hot
Ya'll like Fetty Wap or Cheddar Bob
When he let it pop at his own leg
Split edamame beans, you a bust, Kwame
I'm a king, Lebron James, couple rings on the keychain
Get a BJ every night, no prom date
Does the Pope get a hard?
Conclave, drink red wine with a fine b*tch, Kim K
'Bout to go apesh*t off the Bombay
So I guess you could say I'm Harambe!

[Chorus]
We're havin' a homicide, homicide
And f*ck, I'm goin' out my mind, out my mind
Even if you wanna live, you gotta die
Cause' we're having a homicide, homicide
(Yeah, we're having a homicide)

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