REALLY DECEASED

By KILLY

On KILLSTREAK 2

Released on May 28, 2021

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[Chorus]

You want it? (You), can't have it (What?)

Can’t manage (What?), no attachment (Yeah)

I'm not from (Me), this planet (Huh)

Crash landing (What?), diamonds on me and they dancin'

You want it? (You), can’t have it (What?)

Can't have it (What?), can't have it (Yeah)

You want it? (You), can't have it (What?)

Can't have it (What?), can't have it


[Verse]

Jealousy, envy, and greed

Walk around and it follow me (Me, yeah)

Fresh to death penalty

Secretly I'm really deceased (Yeah)

I got like no room to breathe

Tesla coupe feel like submarine (Ooh, skrrt, ooh)

She Japanese, Guyanese

Skin tone look like Hennessy

More money, more problems for me

Mind frame expand off a beam

Number 9 with rips on the seams

Summer nights, my ends didn't leave

Remember nights my ends didn’t meet

Me and bro went half on a deegs

Fast forward we in Miami

Fuck three ho’s, trilogy on repeat

More zeroes but I keep it discreet

My earlobes, they dance Billie Jean

Broski still stuck in the streets

My uncle's in the bin getting deezed

Look ’round, many depend on me

Infinity stones, think I found every piece

Closed doors, big collection of keys

Back then, paradise on TV (Yeah)

Woke up, no, this not a dream

No more living life on repeat (Yeah)


[Chorus]

You want it? (You) Can't have it (What?)

Can't manage (What?), no attachment (Yeah)

I'm not from (Me), this planet (Huh)

Crash landing (What?), diamonds on me and they dancin’


[Outro]

And my bitch on my stick

.45 blitz, it won't miss

Everything hit (Yeah), diamonds hit (Yeah)

Check my wrist (Yeah), tick, tick, tick (Hey)

Look at my bitch, thick, thick, thick

Money come in, infinite

Take a trip then extend

Talk a ton of shit, don't make sense (Yeah)