Hey, I got intentions in my head
I carry weapons, got the blade up on my back
I’m with my brothers and I’m coming to attack
Man, your neck, if you talkin’ might be snapped
Yeah, I got intentions in my head
I carry weapons, got the blade up on my back
I’m with my brothers and I’m coming to attack
And if you talkin’ yo’ neck might be snapped
It might be snapped into pieces
There is no prayin’ to Jesus
I got me a million intentions, I got me billions of reasons
I’m ’bout to make you my season
Man, I’m not playin’ with Jesus
I’m ’bout to head into battle just to slay all these heathens
And this might just be dramatic, when wе comin’ you might panic
Man, there ain’t no way that you can escapе
You can’t abandon this
We’re running through this storm
Yeah, right through this pandemic
Just be runnin’ all our mouths
Yeah, you can never get it
Cause you wanna go and chase it
Yeah, you wanna go and make it
But honestly, up in your mind you be super basic
So, you are just a rat, I just see you fakin’
And we ain’t doin’ business cause I just gotta, I just gotta..
Make it with the brotherhood
Cause I just been fightin’ for the fam
Solely as a brother would
, just really see that..
If you set your truth then greatness is achieved, yeah
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Poylow, Godmode Lyrics – Slayed