Trust Issue
Trust Issue Written & Preformed by: BLEED Produced by: Melvncholic Beats Nines panick when I pick em up Call this shit you ain't getting a bluff I'm itching to get in sum stuff Motherfucker bet I ain't I'll enough You reliant on hope and bets I spit and I know I'm the best Break my trust, My disses are chronic Most of you fucks better off off it I get on a beat and I off it Killer I'm Epstein when I'm barring I ain't talking bout behind bars PerHerps I'm talking bout killing these weak perps And fuck that, Bleed is a strong verb I'm standing You under I'm on top I do not blunder You say you do not make mistakes But I got you out of your place Out of where you sing songs Comes to a disstrack, I'm king Kong Name a lie in my paragraphs Look in my eyes when you speak But watch who you staring at Cause I'll peep what you make And Ill reap all yo crops Trust issues I'm watching the cops Bitches I see through the bops Even the ryhmes schemes I see that your nine does not scream I'm fucking this rap game cumming on top I only bust when a beat drop You speak while you walk I stop when I talk When they rap all I hear is em screaming I spit only with meaning See me in my pen or a screen I'm coming up lean And I'm ripped See me with a bitch she probably stripped Y'all on my dick Can you loosen the grip Like Stab my back I pull out a pistol Bigger than a truck Call that a Mac Pray for luck but you outta that Beep of the horn sounds like a gat Stab my back The 9 is shaky Don't fucking wake me I'm too tired to let that thang go They too scared to fucking tango Beeping my horn dead in the night Call me rango Combing the desert Or panning a river In finding em now Searching em out And I'm leaving em down They ain't really bout this My last diss put one in a casket And broke the others wrist I'm leaving em stupid Counting on an abacus I'm so average? Fucker I'm bagging this I'm showing up some savages I expose bars And show how ass it is Them tough rhymes Are just regurgitated laxatives I'm really a pacifist With some nasty language Fuck the world For all my anguish Back stabbing son of a bitches I'll call 666 Blow down ya house of bricks And clip it Your honor, Fuck the plaintiff I did not drop that plane On his house I should not pay it While sure I may have prayed For these damages There is no stamp That I had anything to do with this damn accident Sir bleed what about the fact that We found 30 seconds worth of you cursing him Spitting some weird words at him Flinging your tounge so we ain't understanding em He was gonna Stab my back (So I) I pull out a pistol Bigger than a plane Call that a bow (Vroom) Pray for luck but you outta that Beep of the horn sounds like a gat Stab my back The 9 is shaky Don't fucking wake me I'm too tired to let that thang go They too scared to fucking tangol out a pistol Bigger than a truck Call that a Mac Pray for luck but you outta that Beep of the horn sounds like a gat Stab my back The 9 is shaky Don't fucking wake me I'm too tired to let that thang go They too scared to fucking tango
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Trust Issue Written & Preformed by: BLEED Produced by: Melvncholic Beats Nines panick when I pick em up Call this shit you ain't getting a bluff I'm itching to get in sum stuff Motherfucker bet I ain't I'll enough You reliant on hope and bets I spit and I know I'm the best Break my trust, My disses are chronic Most of you fucks better off off it I get on a beat and I off it Killer I'm Epstein when I'm barring I ain't talking bout behind bars PerHerps I'm talking bout killing these weak perps And fuck that, Bleed is a strong verb I'm standing You under I'm on top I do not blunder You say you do not make mistakes But I got you out of your place Out of where you sing songs Comes to a disstrack, I'm king Kong Name a lie in my paragraphs Look in my eyes when you speak But watch who you staring at Cause I'll peep what you make And Ill reap all yo crops Trust issues I'm watching the cops Bitches I see through the bops Even the ryhmes schemes I see that your nine does not scream I'm fucking this rap game cumming on top I only bust when a beat drop You speak while you walk I stop when I talk When they rap all I hear is em screaming I spit only with meaning See me in my pen or a screen I'm coming up lean And I'm ripped See me with a bitch she probably stripped Y'all on my dick Can you loosen the grip Like Stab my back I pull out a pistol Bigger than a truck Call that a Mac Pray for luck but you outta that Beep of the horn sounds like a gat Stab my back The 9 is shaky Don't fucking wake me I'm too tired to let that thang go They too scared to fucking tango Beeping my horn dead in the night Call me rango Combing the desert Or panning a river In finding em now Searching em out And I'm leaving em down They ain't really bout this My last diss put one in a casket And broke the others wrist I'm leaving em stupid Counting on an abacus I'm so average? Fucker I'm bagging this I'm showing up some savages I expose bars And show how ass it is Them tough rhymes Are just regurgitated laxatives I'm really a pacifist With some nasty language Fuck the world For all my anguish Back stabbing son of a bitches I'll call 666 Blow down ya house of bricks And clip it Your honor, Fuck the plaintiff I did not drop that plane On his house I should not pay it While sure I may have prayed For these damages There is no stamp That I had anything to do with this damn accident Sir bleed what about the fact that We found 30 seconds worth of you cursing him Spitting some weird words at him Flinging your tounge so we ain't understanding em He was gonna Stab my back (So I) I pull out a pistol Bigger than a plane Call that a bow (Vroom) Pray for luck but you outta that Beep of the horn sounds like a gat Stab my back The 9 is shaky Don't fucking wake me I'm too tired to let that thang go They too scared to fucking tangol out a pistol Bigger than a truck Call that a Mac Pray for luck but you outta that Beep of the horn sounds like a gat Stab my back The 9 is shaky Don't fucking wake me I'm too tired to let that thang go They too scared to fucking tango
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