🎵 Perfect Murder // by $aint Music

1 ContributorPerfect Murder Lyrics $ain't.. Music.. Nigga.. [Intro] I know these whack niggas Ain't really rap spittas Don't hang with real hittas I flex a bit bigger This game is over saturated you ain't Bryson Tiller You ain't J Cole You ain't shit nigga [Verse] Excuse the fuck out of me, I'm just mad I had to step out my way to ruin a nigga Taking the time out my busiest day getting right back to work just to do it em I took a break from recording the tape but the studio called and they said it's important Rapper named June think he hot So we bum rush a nigga without a warrant Fucking with me im the top tier Driving the game on the one gear I'm pulling the car over just to stomp a nigga and we leaving you right there I see your ending it's quite near I start summoning your worst fears Rapping about a dream that you was worried about Well, nigga im your nightmare I don't think i made shit clear You not made for the game son I even gave your shit a listen You made me mad off the first song Why the fuck you always off beat ? Don't you produce your own tracks? Why you wanna talk about how they ain't wanted you When you begged to have em back? Nigga im not Villain Cyn or Dee Never was 88 from the get This is $ain't Music by my damn self and thats as scary as it gets I'm a motherfucking threat Only entity that you won't forget Only hook that ima give you ... is a right hook to the chin (Bitch) Nigga these punchlines are unavoidable Fuck a warning shot im not warning you This is all beef and its all bars and i want smoke, what you gonna do ? You ain't talented for a comeback Or even skilled enough for the one track So just pack the mic and shut the studio down Cause you dont even want that Nigga I put germs all in your bitch Whoever the fuck you got working for you Nigga i'll put your hoe on my payroll and then we start laughing at your shit Nigga no mask in this bitch All names in it I ain't scared of anyone offended I'm the only nigga with the flow from my city that really reinvent it I can go loco For a boat load On a moat surrounding my casa This a tricky game when it comes to fame Cause I'm sure you wanna rap faster Nigga we not the same The DNA has changed and I descened from a fucking beast Nigga pick your own lane In a black range and then drive it off the street Call your mama Cause I'm burning you with fire This is shit I gotta live with Like forever in designer Body after body I'm just feeding my desire Who gon say $ain't Music lying ? I just spit my shit and sit and lounge in peace and quiet (sing) I'm that nigga I don't know what you be on I don't sing like that but I can do it better though Back to the bars and all of your faults Looking for why, and it's all of your fault Nobody told you to rap anyway if you wasn't equipped with the weapons to spar Ouu I think I'm done but, I'm going off Running the game never falling off Bash you with bottles it's mazel tov Then I light the shit like a molotov Only fuck up when it's off the top And the bitch you tryna fuck gave me top When you hear the track don't act like you ain't heard of $ain't version of the perfect murder [Outro] Dont tag me Dont mention me Block me I dont need untalented energy around me nigga