Untitled Song

creepen behind ya wont say that i got ya so easy to find ya

to easy to spot ya been waiting for this i been waiting for this

with this watch on my wrist theres no reason to clock ya

and i want you dead beam on head i red dot ya you running again

i appear then i stop ya my mission from hell all my niggas from hell

and my boss on my tail so i need you to fail pleasedont take this shit personal

im already here i got you on my bucket list so i dont care

if i see any wings and halo im scared i know you wouldnt dare rather

keep this shit fair i was there when you coudnt relax at the funereal

there when your ex said your love was to usual critical times

i need more than reusable's i hate these churches you enter on Sundays