ChrisZXL - Keep Going (KNOXKED OFF 2) lyrics

It’s like a fire inside
Me that’s dyin’, tryin’
But my body just won’t ignite it
If you want a feature, hit my DM
 we can negotiate prices
All this gold like I’m Midas
Toting poles with no license
Heart cold like the diamonds
I’m finna get when I get when I get up
Controlling emotions, on my way to the top
Climbing
But when I find a spot with no rock to grip
I just wanna give up
But, I gotta keep this shit up
‘Cause if I let go I’m dyin’
Demons I’m holding gon’ take over
Make my whole mind switch up
If it’s light in a situation
Won’t be able to find it
Gon’ have a dark cloud hanging on me
Making life dimmer the happiness I once had
Gon’ change into violence
Debating everyday why not to call
The plug for a pickup
Aye, hands in the air, this a stick up
Blade on the blam, bullets don’t hit him
He get ripped up
Heard that nigga was snitching
So that nigga finna get stitched up
Bullets hit his chest out of
Nowhere just like a hiccup uh, Uh, Uh

Need a mulfucking bishop
‘Cause, I know when I die
My soul is not finna lift up
Too many bodies done got dropped
And got zipped up
In the function with yo bitch
She on the ground spinning
I’m tryna get her to get up
Shawty hella drunk, you need to get ha
Come pick yo bitch up
For me and the gang take her
To the room and hit ha
This nigga stomach finna feel like
He was doing sit-ups he finna get lit up
I got my mulfucking stick tucked

Bitch, got my mulfucking stick
He was talking all that shit
‘till he seen I brought my blick
Finna wet this nigga up
Finna turn him to a fish
Wait, ain’t no bullets in this gun, sike
Bitch I got my clip
If you don’t wanna get upped
Nigga imma need that wrist
And this lean got me stuck
That’s why I’m talking with a lisp
Finna take this man watch
Then I’m finna tell him get goin’
When he turn around
Imma still split his shit open

Aye, don’t know who to shoot
Finna start eeny, meeny, miny, moein’
Thought he got a perc
But I gave that nigga some ibuprofen
Bro said he finna run up
Nigga I really hope that you’re joking
Shorty tell me that her dude a simp
Bitch I’m already knowing
I got like 33 in this stick
On my hip that I’m totin’ 23 in this clip
Finna put Scotty Pippen with Jordan
The number of drugs I do a
Month is so fucking enormous
Finna slap this bitch
She tryna suck my dick while I’m recording
If he keep talking shit finna turn
His kids into some orphans
Mixing purple with the pillies
My head spinnin’ like an orbit
556’s finna pull his wig
Back like some oranges
And you lucky if you die fast
‘cause I like to torment
Told her I’ll be back, leave her ass
Like she’s no importance
Know why I can do that? ‘Cause no me importa
Fuck that lovey dovey shit
Is you finna suck my dick or not
Put this strap with a knife in his ribs
Twist it like a doorknob
Aye, finna have me a leukotomy
This shit finna get messy
I’m not finna do it properly
Aim for his head like
A mulfucking claw machine
Bullets hit his chest
Come out of his belly button
Like a slot machine
Shots out the Glock make him dance
Like he just won the lottery
I did what I did, and I am what I gotta be
In the whip with yo bitch
She giving top to me
Watch his chin get knocked off
If he talk down on me