Letra de Evolution (Pretty Good Movie/Pretty Good Theory)

Got four bitches on my digits, AK's in my kitchen Cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business A minute turns to minutes, a vision turns to visits From a witness on a mission, from the Feds that got him snitchin' Religion of the sixes, turnin' bitches into witches Got a hit list with a few I wan' lay down up in some ditches Fuck 'em all, burn them bridges Sus motherfuckers with a sickness 45 tucked in my britches $Uicide be the voice of the misfits, hoe $Now Leopard creepin', the icicle demon I'm breathin' this weed in My gaudy pack freezin', my shawty keep sneezin' I told her Yung $now keep it cold like I'm changin' the seasons That codeine I'm bleedin', all of these hoes see me gleamin' I'm leakin' gold We can go see the globe, but need to keep it slow That was a week ago She ain't know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter-egos that the Reaper know Oh no, I keep her so close, now she reach for rope Tie me up, now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown My skull started tweakin', my skin started bleeding My heart stopped its beatin' My eyes disappear now the devil is near Oh yeah, she feels the fear