Miracle
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We leak blood like it's a chili bowl (blood like it's a chili bowl), yeah
She keep askin' what I'm trippin' for (trippin' for)
Fuck that hoe, and kick her out, hope I wasn't trippin' though (trippin' though)
Choppa foldin' in-and-out like it's an envelope
Bullets hittin' in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (kill 'em)
Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (that's a miracle)
So, I treat 'em like a slut (oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (feel 'em though)
Let them bullets wet 'em up, I ain't need a coat (coat)
Music for the streets, like what they fiendin' for?
Got bullets, need to clean 'em up
That's your bitch, you need to clean her up
Bullets chewin' like a carnivore
Bitch, I ain't playin', you know you ain't stayin', better go call you a ride (go home)
I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (not him)
They can't cross this side and no, you ain't cross my mind (at all)
Pourin' up drink 'cause I do need somebody
Ain't talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, better hide
Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, better slide
Drugs came in, non-prescribed
Glock came in, on my side
She saw me and lost her mind
Bullets hittin' in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (kill 'em)
Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (that's a miracle)
So, I treat 'em like a slut (oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (on God, on God)
Let them bullets wet 'em up, I ain't need a coat
Music for the streets, like what they fiendin' for?
Got bullets, need to clean 'em up
That's your bitch, you need to clean her up
Bullets chewin' like a carnivore
Bitch, I ain't playin', you know you ain't stayin', better go call you a ride (go home)
I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (not him)
Nah, we ain't gon' talk on him (we ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, tell 'em)
We ain't gon' talk on him
We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk on him (doo-doo, doo, doo, doo)
We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk (blatt, let's get it)
Damn, we ain't gon' talk on him
We gon' walk-down him
Snap my fingers, watch how fast he disappear
He didn't keep it real so, he gotta get killed
This the life you live when you wanna drill
Dead or cater to steal
Don't mind leavin' him still
If you get caught for that body, make sure you keep it real
When I'm done handlin' business, I need lean and pills
Just so I can get it off my mind 'cause that's another one, kill
That's another one, fill
Another died in the field
You play tough but you not real
Up your gun and freeze him still
A real killer gon' leave you still
Piss on feelings, fuck 'bout how your people feel, yeah
Bullets hittin' in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (kill 'em)
Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (that's a miracle)
So, I treat 'em like a slut (oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (on God, on God)
Let them bullets wet 'em up, I ain't need a coat
Music for the streets, like what they fiendin' for?
Got bullets, need to clean 'em up
That's your bitch, you need to clean her up
Bullets chewin' like a carnivore
Bitch, I ain't playin', you know you ain't stayin', better go call you a ride (go home)
I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (not him)
Nah, we ain't gon' talk on him (we ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, tell 'em)
We ain't gon' talk on him
We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk on him (doo-doo, doo, doo, doo)
We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk (blatt, let's get it)