Let me ease your mind Bring you in my world Now you done caught my eye Now you can be my (Ayy, Zeuz)
Let me ease your mind Bring you in my world Cause you done caught my eye And you can be my baby girl Let me ease your mind Bring you in my world Now you done caught my eye And you can be my baby girl
I don't know what you been told but I'm Sniper Gang I'm Sniper Gang I'm Sniper (Ayy)
What's happenin', baby girl? I really think you her That ain't 'cause they yours These bitches can't compare You the only bitch I hit on her period I let you down a couple times, you still takin' me serious I drive you crazy, livin' fast that shit be havin' you furious If you lose your life to the streets who gon' be there for the children? It's like a camera when I flip don't let it flash, kept clickin' They was slanderin' a nigga, ain't have nobody to defend me These niggas be tryin' too hard to be a killer, it kill me Why PnB Rock had to die? I cried the whole flight to Philly I just wish my brother Cool was right here to expirience And, when a thug cry tears, it's serious Got a lot of people dependin' on me Yak, you better get it right And, nowadays, the OGs needin' the young niggas advice I used to wish that I was born rich and white Thankin' my life, I'd probably never been a snipe
Let me ease your mind Bring you in my world 'Cause you done caught my eye Want you to be my sniper girl Let me ease your mind Bring you in my world I look into your eyes And think about our baby girl Let me ease your mind Bring you in my world I look into the sky Lord, thank you for my baby girl
I don't know what you're used to, but I'm a Sniper, bae I'm not no lame I'm not, lil baby Wasted your time, but this how I'ma make it count That why I got you those APs These fuckin' blogs and all these niggas love to talk So I put a opp on SayCheese They be thinkin' they the biggest killer 'til a lil' nigga come and take your breath You ain't official, you bitter, ain't get no skrilla that why you hate yourself Steady startin' a business, you in everybody issues like you chasin' your death Nigga almost fifty, still chasin' the street image should be ashamed of yourself Before you leave, you think you'll find another me? Bae, don't play yourself Niggas be depressin' got nothin' left to look forward to but death Be tryna race for Hell Got a death wish, ready for a bitch to do you somethin' quick, or you gon' take yourself Know you be crabbin' with your family So when it happened to you, they ain't gon' care
Compositores: Jesus Elliott Bobe (Jesus Bobe), Derek Garcia (Dyryk), Dieuson Octave, Nathan Scott Lamarche ECAD: Obra #43339376