Carerra ft. Vince Staples Lyrics

I spit with the passion of the Christ who abandoned me

Life's a game of love and war, everyone's a casualty

I casually, kill them all, tell me why you mad at me

You lucky that I let you breathe

But on the trill, I'm just triple beam, scheming

Double murder dreaming

Aim a eagle at any nigga giving me a reason

I'm a demon, rollin' with a legion

Heart colder than the bitches decomposing in the freezer

Cooking up crack as if music is my kitchen

I became Godzilla with the poorest disposition

I went through this shit believing that everything was written

I was wrong because that would make this entire world fiction

That's falsified your info is inaccurate

I'd die for this like Martyrs but a little more passionate

Cause if it came down to it I kill for it

Coal still fine, want them triple six degrees of separation

The bodies didn't disappear, we threw them in the lakes and

Moved them to the next name on my list of niggas waitin'

Which would leave the widows with heart aches and

Then we move to the list of bitches bein' patient

Uhh, I kill em by the 8th and, get paid in pounds

So now I'm sellin' weight and, now there's fans waitin'

Just for a chance to see him

Worldwide they sayin' that they need him

Fuck a hometown hero I'm a legion in my region

I spit with the passion of the Christ who abandoned me

Life's a game of love and war, everyone's a casualty

I casually, kill them all, tell me why you mad at me

You lucky that I let you breathe

But on the trill, I'm just triple beam, scheming

Double murder dreaming

Aim a eagle at any nigga giving me a reason

I'm a demon, rollin' with a legion

Heart colder than the bitches decomposing in the freezer

I was so sick, knew that she couldn't resist it

With words so slick, I pass a Limitless Resistance

I'm suggesting you should pay for this

When I'd rather write no need for honorable mention

Ask who I work with they ask "Who do you like?"

Well I don't look up to no other niggas but MellowHype

And like, Vince and Ace and shit

And Earl and Frank and then there's Matt Martians, Syd of course Earl again, and Domo Gen

Don't know who else to trust, you know my luck switch

So who do I fuck with? Niggas I came up with

Raised with respect I must've lost it along the way

I hope my mom don't see the shit I say to chicks like every fucking day

Tell a bitch, "Pick up a book, and read between the lines"

I watch 'em close, but these bitches ain't as precious as my time

I want money for generations, only then will I be fine

After I cop a white Porsche, and name it Cloud 9

I spit with the passion of the Christ who abandoned me

Life's a game of love and war, everyone's a casualty

I casually, kill them all, tell me why you mad at me

You lucky that I let you breathe

But on the trill, I'm just triple beam, scheming

Double murder dreaming

Aim a eagle at any nigga giving me a reason

I'm a demon, rollin' with a legion

Heart colder than the bitches decomposing in the freezer