1000 Deaths lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hopped out the Sprinter in the dead of the winter
Wit' hella n*ggas
The beef never settle, we let it simmer (Uh)
My b*tch a real head spinner
I mean ever since I put lead in the members of your clique, they quit messin' with us
My sex drive ride like a S5
Check the finesse drive
This as simple as connect-the-dots
"Get the hell out of Dodge," said the cops
"You got hip-hop in a headlock, she foamin' at the mouth" (Ow)
Green light them n*ggas, open house
Molotov c*cktail, might have to smoke 'em out, no doubt, uh (No doubt, n*gga)
Six million ways to die, choose a couple
Brothers bustin' at your bubble goose
Way down in Moose Knuckle
Slipped once, oops
But the move was subtle
The new Uzi come with the muzzle
I think "What Would Rosebudd Do?"
Took the crown, flooded it with colored gems, f*ck it
One less thing scratched off the bucket list (Scratch that)
Y'all been put on notice, n*ggas, we on it
No homo–I don't love Makonnen
sh*t ain't changed, you know the game
Money, hoes, clothin'
It's all golden, I'm still walking on roses
Uh—late sessions with my therapist, forever p*ssed
We was left for dead with no inheritance (They left us)
The only heirlooms passed down to the ghetto kids was metal
That's the same weapon that Bob shot the sheriff with, uh
[Hook]
All I wanted was the finer things
Bad b*tches just scream my name
Big chains, diamond rings, and cars
I bet you didn't think that I would go far
Well, baby, this is how the story goes
We was taught to hustle, this is all we know
Squeeze the fifth, did it all for the cash (Uh)
Bet you you ain't never did no sh*t like that
Never in yo' f*ckin' life
Some f*ckin'—ya'll n*ggas some big, big L7's, man (Uh)
Ya dig? Marc, n*gga

[Verse 2]
We built this from the ground up, kiddo
This a kilo on my earlobe
For real though, y'all some weirdos (Weird n*ggas)
Ferragamos with the clear soles
The new TEC-22 with the air holes
Gotta be prepared, holmes
Baby, I'm a head case; It's a leg race
So many Cuban chains I'm runnin' out of neck space, uh
You're not a blip on the God radar
f*ck an A&R, I can do way more with a AR (Yeah)
Extended clip on the K look like a space bar, quasar
Don't make me have to pull it like the race card, uh
So don't you ever test my patience
For the drama, I been waitin'
I left a couple shell casings