Hard to Find

By Jak3

On Moonlight Radiation

Released on December 22, 2018

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Blaow!

Hitting   that ink, I drank

Crucifix 

Tied

To a noose

Finna   watch you h*ng

Body   count

Play a tape

Devilish 

World pain

Yeah, I knew you hate that sound

Bitch

Sh-izz-it  ends

Got a place

For your ditch

Why you still fuckin' here?

In my thoughts, I dig one up

Then I make a nigga dig a plot

Made his soul rush

Body slow

On the fucking blunts

Still gotta tweak

Be a conscious

Bloody afro, blunt shit

Bullshit, my shells hit

Selling me

And that bullshit that I hear

Never ever end with me

Straight from the World Peace

Ooh, well with me

You know I'm about to shot you

Bitch, on that dumb shit

Motherfucker partyin(?)

In the mud, the whole bum shit

I'm gonna say shit

Gotta be honest

I'm gonna keep it true

All my life

Every goddamn time, nigga

Ayy ayy

I'm supposed to cry, nigga

Aye

Uh, booted up

No bitch

Aye

Sootied up

Stupid nigga

Ain't no pussy

Talkin shit

I'ma split that pussy

Let it do the shit

Super quick

Take a rip

Take a dime

Bullshit

Blow my mind

Ayy

Left the crowd

Masterpiece

On the G's

Down we go

To the streets

Ayy

The OG never angel

Ain't she seen me?

Eyes bloodin red

As I run to the blue pills

I can see, who fake?

I can see, who real?

Killin a kitty

Killin a kitty (???)

Bustin my [?]

While I'm spinnin» a kitty

Killin a kitty

Killin a kitty

Bustin» my [?]

While I'm spinnin a kitty

Ayy

Gettin to the bank so quick

Got blisters on my feet

Ayy

Just caught a body

But I'm still so fresh

Like Mr rain, (???)


[Verse 3: Freddie Dredd]

All around the world

Bitches dead, I make them hurl

Chillin' with my fucking girl

Double team, that rob a pearl

Off her neck, slit, dip

Don't stop, I'ma get the guap'

Freddie never gonna flop

Creeping up and killing cops

Tool strapped up

Get some buck, till I'm stuck

Heavy metal, pushin' weight, guess who gonna die today?

I'm a runnin' man, I'm a gunner, man

You's a pussy, fam

Fuck you think, you boujee man?

Popping out ya mama's van

I got two whole toolies

Busting Glocks, I fucking knew it

I'm the one that fucking grew it

You the one that fucking blew it

I'm gonna finish it, you better run it bitch

Give it up now, give it up or else you gonna drown

Hold the phone, now you get it all alone

Watch your fucking tone, why you acting like a drone?

Try to run up, you better get your gun up

Don't fucking test me, I let the gods bless me