Fiend Going Out With A Blast Lyrics

[Fiend]
Gotta go, cause if I gotta go
I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast
(goin out with a what)

Chorus
Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my mind m_________er, so f___ ya x2

I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I
I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage
Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
As my brain tissue, hard pauses and a__ eater
Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and a__ kicking
My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
you get dropped stop it, jock it
As my sad a__ asks back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my n____

Chorus x3

You n____s a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the f___
My b____es talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro
Already cause of me, NOPD on it
Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper
Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
A crazy b____ I'll B.O., but deep a n____ won't earn
Word, you ain't heard, this n____ kinda fed up
Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up
Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock
If you good you would not plot and get chopped
Mine from the c___ed glock, as it was a hum
From two things I can't control are my c__ and my gun

Chorus x2

Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his a__ goin suffer
Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors
He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it
But f___ it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget
This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
Cause ne'er a m_________er did a d___ thing where I hang

Chorus x4