Caskey - Murder for Hire lyrics

[Caskey - Murder for Hire lyrics]

Fuckin' black sheep, yeah
Leadin' the flock, yeah, ayy

Every time I come on the beat
It's murder for hire
Took my old self, let that boy burn in a fire
Y'all some burnouts
Like you stuck and turnin' the tire
Keep my ear to God, you know
That the serpent's a liar, bitch
It's like poker, better guard your hand
My pen game strike fear into the heart of man
These just the pieces of a larger plan
The hard times only turned me to a harder man

Okay, years of sippin' alcohol
Made my liver change
From small town local shows
To that bigger stage
Thought it was Fahrenheit 451
The way I come around and I
Set fire to the written page
You say you fly but somethin' wrong
You a crashed Boein'
Ain't touched bread in so long
It's got yo' abs showin'
You steady ridin' them waves
Go where the fads goin' i'm on the GPS
Followin' where the bag's goin'
Killer instinct and animal thirst
Second that he said it's beef
I'm killin' his manager first
Thought that I was Don Cannon
Way that this cannon disperse
Call me Johnny Depp, I pull
Up, it's an amber alert, yes
I'm too player for playin'
They tryna play me over
All the gangsters are dead
Shout out to Ray Liotta
The future greatest of all time
Like a baby Yoda
She over you, you fuck her this good
She'll be stayin' over
I skipped English class
But this the aftermath
Of workin' twice as hard as them
Gettin' half the bag
When yo' name is synonymous
You don't have to brag
How I made all these millions
Without the platinum plaque?

Yeah, 'cause it's murder for hire
Took my old self, let that boy burn in a fire
Y'all some burnouts
Like you stuck and turnin' the tire
Keep my ear to God 'cause you
Know that the serpent's a liar, bitch
It's like poker, better guard your hand
My pen game strike fear into
The heart of man, yeah
These just the pieces of a larger plan
The hard times only turned me to a harder man

Still eatin' mom's spaghetti and
Got my palms sweatin'
Left the jeweler seven new rings
I feel like Tom Brady
I'm Tom Petty with people
'cause I'm beyond petty
My confidence pressin' buttons
Like alarm-setting
Never downgradin' the bag size
That shit dumb as Kim Kardashian
Downgradin' the ass size
When I drip, people trip
Thinkin' I'm baptized
Eight different straps in the back
Where I stash nines
Free YSL and the jeans came from YSL
Don't mean the T-shirt is big
When I say I excel
I take a L to the face like I'm tryna fail
Don't see the talent in the kid, man
You blind as hell
Already in 2082, wavy mood
I done paid my dues
Keep it a hunnid, we don't take fifty
That's a shady move
Suckin' on some big ass tit's
Shortage on baby food
Two thousand pounds in Cali
I'm tryna find a vendor
I scam a bitch for some racks
Like that guy on Tinder
I tell her that my enemies got a hold of Peta
My dog covered in gold
But he ain't no retriever

Yeah, 'cause it's murder for hire
Took my old self, let that boy burn in a fire
Y'all some burnouts
Like you stuck and turnin' the tire
Keep my ear to God, you know
That the serpent's a liar, bitch
It's like poker, better guard your hand
My pen game strike fear into
The heart of man, yeah
These just the pieces of a larger plan
The hard times only turned me to a harder man

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