Keisha by Maxxx Julian Lyrics
Verse 1:
Swim or you're drowning, crawl or you're walking/niggas is awkward, I swear to God, it's weird talking to 'em/I hate to be a bougie nigga or sound introvert/when I was locked, niggas ain't know how to take it, I never spoke to them first/but Gotdamn, these motherfuckers know that these hands will work/and all them clout chasing a niggas the ones that found out first/I never lose my temper, when I do it's the energy/ if I'm a God, I can't let dark entity's get to me/ physically and mentally, I'm unfuckwitable/but still will kill a nigga, as far as your family I'm hospitable/ain't, none of these mothafuckers out here original/until that gangsta role put them in a condition, that's critical/get rid of you? my nigga, that's all I was meant to do/I keep forgetting to pull the plug on these niggas, I'm in my terrible 2's/if I die before you, then it's just meant to be/ but say your prayers, because when the lights is off, I'm putting your ass to sleep, Bitch!/
Hook:
Rockabye baby, and all that other shit/because these niggas, out here giving niggas, niggas governments/and I can't fuck with niggas, that fuck them, and their mother's kids/and any other kid, that came up out that bitch/×2
Verse 2:
Broke, or you're balling, climb or you're falling/ either way you're getting chopped, like them niggas do in New Orleans/but, of course this shit is important/when life forces you to retaliate, then you start speaking back to those voices/that's in your head, it got you going crazy, that shit will get you killed quick/I never understood that phrase, crying over spilt milk/ because niggas is out here spilling blood, every day they're getting killed/or get they ass in front of the judge, and talk about survivor's guilt/watch the niggas you're riding with, because when it's time to collide with shit/they'd be the ones to run and hide from shit, they're all kinds of bitch/Then got the nerve, to ask me why I smoke so much/and how the fuck I'm so naive, but I seem to know so much/man fuck 'em, I pay these niggas no never mind/that same mind, will kill your fucking Offspring, like summertime/ This Little Gun of Mine, I'm a let it shine/ and split your shit apart, like nosy neighbors in their fuckin blinds/
Swim or you're drowning, crawl or you're walking/niggas is awkward, I swear to God, it's weird talking to 'em/I hate to be a bougie nigga or sound introvert/when I was locked, niggas ain't know how to take it, I never spoke to them first/but Gotdamn, these motherfuckers know that these hands will work/and all them clout chasing a niggas the ones that found out first/I never lose my temper, when I do it's the energy/ if I'm a God, I can't let dark entity's get to me/ physically and mentally, I'm unfuckwitable/but still will kill a nigga, as far as your family I'm hospitable/ain't, none of these mothafuckers out here original/until that gangsta role put them in a condition, that's critical/get rid of you? my nigga, that's all I was meant to do/I keep forgetting to pull the plug on these niggas, I'm in my terrible 2's/if I die before you, then it's just meant to be/ but say your prayers, because when the lights is off, I'm putting your ass to sleep, Bitch!/
Hook:
Rockabye baby, and all that other shit/because these niggas, out here giving niggas, niggas governments/and I can't fuck with niggas, that fuck them, and their mother's kids/and any other kid, that came up out that bitch/×2
Verse 2:
Broke, or you're balling, climb or you're falling/ either way you're getting chopped, like them niggas do in New Orleans/but, of course this shit is important/when life forces you to retaliate, then you start speaking back to those voices/that's in your head, it got you going crazy, that shit will get you killed quick/I never understood that phrase, crying over spilt milk/ because niggas is out here spilling blood, every day they're getting killed/or get they ass in front of the judge, and talk about survivor's guilt/watch the niggas you're riding with, because when it's time to collide with shit/they'd be the ones to run and hide from shit, they're all kinds of bitch/Then got the nerve, to ask me why I smoke so much/and how the fuck I'm so naive, but I seem to know so much/man fuck 'em, I pay these niggas no never mind/that same mind, will kill your fucking Offspring, like summertime/ This Little Gun of Mine, I'm a let it shine/ and split your shit apart, like nosy neighbors in their fuckin blinds/