Tony Shhnow - Palm Reader lyrics

Overkill killing spree

A fuckin feind I need it
Put that paper in my palms it
Ain't hard to read it
I'm playin with them numbers tryna turn
This odd into a even
You shouldn't let them gas you up
You wanna die for a reason
This world get cold in wintertime I
Keep that fire for a reason

Macaulay Culkin, Home Alone
It's me inside with the nina
With five divas and the plug just
Hit me back for the re-up
Nowadays I just be chillin in the
Back with my feet up
But I don't forget them days when
I had to bag weed up
If gettin money was gettin grades
I'd be a perfect achiever
This game a bitch but I swear
To god I'd never leave it
Don't worry too much about that money
Cuz you can die with it
But one thing about me I'm gon
Make sure I'm alive with it
A jungle so that's why I
Always slide with it
Protect yo reputation but don't let
That pride get ya
I keep shooters on the line
And they hit long distance
This temptation is a bitch it
Got my palms itchin
Can't take the heat you gon' get
Burnt in the wrong kitchen
This nigga fucked up in the game
He on the wrong mission
I found money but I just
Found out my top missin
Tried to tell you about the money
But you do not get it
I'm the type to ride with two and we
Applyin pressure, addin hundreds
That's my appetite
If I don't re-up by tonight
This shit don't feel right

A fuckin feind I need it
Put that paper in my palms it
Ain't hard to read it
I'm playin with them numbers tryna turn
This odd into a even
You shouldn't let them gas you up
You wanna die for a reason
This world get cold in wintertime I
Keep that fire for a reason

Inconceivable buck wild
Killing frenzy five minutes reamining
Showstopper overkill
Killing spree