AtHaMe by Kllhllw Lyrics
Occult rap Wiccan ritualistic when I spat flames
Catch your boy whippin cypher souls up in my AtHaMe
Run up on you bitches chopping limbs off while I bang brain
Leave em bleedin wit the temple heat I be the best thing
That you ever heard of
When I murder on a track
Trynna get uplifted wit my lyrics
Smoke weed and relax
If I ain't alone I'll roll a blunt
Then take a hit and pass, kick my feet up, put the beat on
Then I really dawn the mask
Look back on my shit
I mean passed all the sick, shit that cash made me did
And even prior to my wrist slit
And pad getting hit
I mean back as a kid, who's raised in traps and didn't spit
Both my folks on the shit
'how'd that money get spent?'
Bro here's some coke and a fifth
And don't ask about rent
Stuffin pot into vents, as the cops kickin in
As a toddler I dreamt, about it not makin sense
Till I got through the shade and then I coped me some tints
Feelin dropped from my friends, hearin *pop*
Then it ends
I make a puddle and descend
Up in that Hell I've been already
Write that shit out weight get heavy
More I spit the more I carry, but I'm hØllÖw till I'm buried
Off in coffins when I'm ready
Hearse a drop top slick as Fetty
Roll wit choppas scoped and steady
Pull up poppin up on you wit yetis
And lyrics recording my shit I make pennies
Ain't takin the time to go covet with enemies
Snappin up on em I'm wasting my energy
You bitches ain't nearin or touchin my pedigree
Spit it soliloquy
Boy ain't got no time for your shit
I'm on on a murder spree morphin I take my time on my spit
I'll take your top off when choppin wit ticking bombs that I rigged and blow your mind up from rockin if you ain't down or equipped wit my prodigal spits
That help these hourly fits
Recorded outta my crib, when I'm suicidal and binge
I light up then I begin
That athame enter my skin
And direct this into my pen
I go hØllÖw distorting my sense, and kill Logan...
Catch your boy whippin cypher souls up in my AtHaMe
Run up on you bitches chopping limbs off while I bang brain
Leave em bleedin wit the temple heat I be the best thing
That you ever heard of
When I murder on a track
Trynna get uplifted wit my lyrics
Smoke weed and relax
If I ain't alone I'll roll a blunt
Then take a hit and pass, kick my feet up, put the beat on
Then I really dawn the mask
Look back on my shit
I mean passed all the sick, shit that cash made me did
And even prior to my wrist slit
And pad getting hit
I mean back as a kid, who's raised in traps and didn't spit
Both my folks on the shit
'how'd that money get spent?'
Bro here's some coke and a fifth
And don't ask about rent
Stuffin pot into vents, as the cops kickin in
As a toddler I dreamt, about it not makin sense
Till I got through the shade and then I coped me some tints
Feelin dropped from my friends, hearin *pop*
Then it ends
I make a puddle and descend
Up in that Hell I've been already
Write that shit out weight get heavy
More I spit the more I carry, but I'm hØllÖw till I'm buried
Off in coffins when I'm ready
Hearse a drop top slick as Fetty
Roll wit choppas scoped and steady
Pull up poppin up on you wit yetis
And lyrics recording my shit I make pennies
Ain't takin the time to go covet with enemies
Snappin up on em I'm wasting my energy
You bitches ain't nearin or touchin my pedigree
Spit it soliloquy
Boy ain't got no time for your shit
I'm on on a murder spree morphin I take my time on my spit
I'll take your top off when choppin wit ticking bombs that I rigged and blow your mind up from rockin if you ain't down or equipped wit my prodigal spits
That help these hourly fits
Recorded outta my crib, when I'm suicidal and binge
I light up then I begin
That athame enter my skin
And direct this into my pen
I go hØllÖw distorting my sense, and kill Logan...