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ITS ME?

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Produced by Yung Milkcrate

Yuh
It’s Mister Gon’ Die
Everyday plotting still be pushing
Still be cooking in the kitchen
Just to live to see another day wait
I’ve been gone for too long
But I know it’s just my fate
When I die 
Bury me with a loaded gun 
And a golden stake
Okay still independent okay
Still fuck a hater
Fuck a handout 
That’s the message okay
Now alright
I’m dressed in black
Pull up with some jewelry
Bringing the static automatic
You can never kiss this ring bitch
Back again I’m back again
Everyday stunting dressed in black again
In black again
Boutta get buck like this the fucking end
Let’s not pretend
Underground pushing raise a 9 up to your eye
Give a fuck bout if I die bitch 


Yuh
aye
It’s the slick motherfucker down the block
And I never sleep
Mentally deranged going crazy and I’m falling deep
Clock strikes twelve
I’m in Hell and I feel the heat
Smell like rotting flesh
Mixed with sage and some killa keef
Never looking back ya boy stay moving round the atlas
Bitch I swim with sharks and the blunts I blow be the fattest
I been had it
I been saying I wanna fuck this world
Tripping over snakes
And my serpents thought they dead and gone
Too stoned feelin’ too cold feelin’ icy
Get that nonsense and that fuckery out my sight see
Said if I die today tomorrow still be the same
Cause I’ve been feeling dead ever since I was a jit
Since a jit boy

Bliss

M6T