Going Out With A Blast - Lyrics - Fiend

(Fiend) Gotta go, cause if I gotta go I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast (goin out with a what) Chorus Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a! *** on my mind ***, so *** ya x2 I'm on the run with identical guns, *** in the first Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter As my brain tissue, hard pauses and *** eater Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and *** kicking My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it And my logic the prophet, and if she like it you get dropped stop it, jock it As my sad *** asks back for the cash Tell me, how many players goin out my *** Chorus x3 You *** a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the *** My *** talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro Already cause of me, NOPD on it Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper Proper, hollered at a popper from that third A crazy *** I'll B.O., but deep a *** won't earn Word, you ain't heard, this *** kinda fed up Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock If you good you would not plot and get chopped Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum From two things I can't control are my *** and my gun Chorus x2 Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his *** goin suffer Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it But *** it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the *** Cause ne'er a *** did a damn thing where I hang Chorus x4