2000 Rounds Pouya & Ghostemane

Flex, go off

Another thousand at your face
You gon' remember me
Better run and hide, no one's safe
You are no friend of me
Blackmage and Buffet, the sets everything else
Gonna get a dagger up in your chest
Summoning Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death

Swangin' like an orangutan
Blood stains gon' hit the floor
I broke my nose and forgot my name
And who the fuck gon' take me home
Lost my phone in the pit, swang and I miss
Kicked in the jaw for flaming a bitch
My eyes twitching, from the blood dripping
Hundred one thugs and they roll with me
Got a mini MAC in the Cadillac
With a thousand rounds that'Il send you back
To your granny's house with ya panties out
Got you looking like a fucking faggot now
You can't hang with me
Stay low-key, that's my mystique
Grew a tree and bought a hammock just to hang my feet

I thought Iid be dead by now
Comin' up and never going back
Never going back to when nobody had my back
Still, I won't crack a smile until the pain hits the brakes
And just eases up off of me
Let me breathe
Let me breathe
Why can I not keep up with all of the self-deprecation, brain fading
Leave me to die on the pavement, I never wanted this
I fucked that bitch 'til she bled on me under the trees at night
Dirt all on her hands and feet
Then left her red on read, alone like she found me
I'm cursed to die alone, I think I hear my daddy callin' me

Another thousand at your face
You gon' remember me
Better run and hide, no one's safe
You are no friend of me
Blackmage and Buffet, the sets everything else
Gonna get a dagger up in your chest
Summoning Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death