Apoc Krysis, Jak3, FREDDIE DREDD - Heart Attack lyrics
[Apoc Krysis, Jak3, FREDDIE DREDD - Heart Attack lyrics]
Got this feeling in my chest
The come up baby go again
Damn this feeling is so blessed
I wonder who gon hit the deck
"Why defy?" you wonder
But there's nothing stopping me
As I whip the blade up
Slowly press into your guts you're weak
"Please don't burden me"
The last thing that you could've said
The protector on your neck
I think this bitch is almost dead
No remorse for no one you're a moron if you
Think you're wrongin' me
It is best if you don't test the
F R E, double D I E tryna catch your breath
As your grabbin' for your phone
Look you think you're gonna die
You can't gеt no help, you know
This is the end
You arе not my fuckin' friend
You are just another bond
I'mma come and kill again
ATL my city, bitch tricky with the sentences
Down to go the distance just
To end all your existences
Its Apoc, game a lot give it up or get shot
Love the gun sounds
Like a motherfuckin' waka flock (FUCK)
We ain't gucci, we ain't good
Carpet bombs inside your hood
Pulse droppin', cop it cuz
And can't you hear the slam of wood?
Fuck you hoes, fuck you punks
Take the mic and shove it up
You ain't got the fuckin' nuts
You ain't got the guts to bust
Trashman and Freddie Dredd
All of us will leave you dead
Big hole inside your head
Place the hit's, we got the bread
Shrapnel tearin' you to shreds
You ain't safe, dominance
Copying it's consequence
Breakin' down your confidence
The come up baby go again
Damn this feeling is so blessed
I wonder who gon hit the deck
"Why defy?" you wonder
But there's nothing stopping me
As I whip the blade up
Slowly press into your guts you're weak
"Please don't burden me"
The last thing that you could've said
The protector on your neck
I think this bitch is almost dead
No remorse for no one you're a moron if you
Think you're wrongin' me
It is best if you don't test the
F R E, double D I E tryna catch your breath
As your grabbin' for your phone
Look you think you're gonna die
You can't gеt no help, you know
This is the end
You arе not my fuckin' friend
You are just another bond
I'mma come and kill again
ATL my city, bitch tricky with the sentences
Down to go the distance just
To end all your existences
Its Apoc, game a lot give it up or get shot
Love the gun sounds
Like a motherfuckin' waka flock (FUCK)
We ain't gucci, we ain't good
Carpet bombs inside your hood
Pulse droppin', cop it cuz
And can't you hear the slam of wood?
Fuck you hoes, fuck you punks
Take the mic and shove it up
You ain't got the fuckin' nuts
You ain't got the guts to bust
Trashman and Freddie Dredd
All of us will leave you dead
Big hole inside your head
Place the hit's, we got the bread
Shrapnel tearin' you to shreds
You ain't safe, dominance
Copying it's consequence
Breakin' down your confidence