bout to get stabbed

people bout to get stabbed

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And i see the separation from the truth is vast

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast