Going Out With A Blast - 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 motherfucker, so fuck 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 ass eater

Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass 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 ass asks back for the cash

Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga

Chorus x3

You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck

My bitches 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 bitch I’ll B.O., but deep a nigga won’t earn

Word, you ain’t heard, this nigga 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 cocked glock, as it was a hum

From two things I can’t control are my cum and my gun

Chorus x2

Leave his life for me, and I’m a make sure his ass 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 fuck 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 motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang

Chorus x4