Schoolboy Q - Kamikaze lyrics

[Produced by Willie B] [Intro] Gun me down, I'll gun you down Trade a body for a body n***a kamikaze [Verse 1] Tired of living no healthcare, I ain't f**ing with wellfare But its rap down, Hells near, Sherm on every corner like fountains near G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a cop would wear, double up, roca wear Win or lose, none to spare, black jack safety pair 20 rounds one to the head, whole clip strike the beard Breaking news f** the feds, buckle up, simon says Do the job nothing says, neighbors seen this sh** for years Hopped out, out of range, close up not a stain Gut shot got him maimed, sh** bag potty trained [Hook] No time for a n***a, got a strike up on my record And I'm playing sh** for what its gonna be A n***a sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50 And my b**h and she ridin' on E Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, n***a, sh** I'm feeling kamikaze Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, n***a, sh** I'm feeling kamikaze [Verse 2] n***a welcome to Hell's kitchen, prayers missing Doing good has no intentions, with the sh** that I'm kicking Heavens too far from forgiving Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows See the silhouettes, just like I'm heading fishing Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction, greet the reaper Deliver d**h like serving pizza, dome piece the shell cracked like Sunday Easter Feel this Ether, the pyromaniac, you n***as keisters Ain't sh** but a**, newest task is getting cash Smoking hash and let it ash, off a dime like Steve Nash 22 by my lower calf, see a hawk, we sqeeze and blast (Hahaha) f**ing laugh, shady more than aftermath Eminem's my limit slim, we ain't the same no synonym No sin in them, get it in like lucifer, down and dirty emperor With hell's demons and angels, rat-a-tat-tat-tat sent for ya I major in your minisher, left his a** holy by the minister Immortal Kombat finisher [Hook] [Verse 3] Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it, a n***a got smoked The k**ers name remains silent Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it, there's guns in the streets I know the governments supplying Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck, flatline Another comic grave for man kind Every step I take a land mine, blowin' up like 9-11, Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor Afghan hobbies, got me feelin' Kamikaze (KABOOM) blow up the party Sickest lad-i-dadi,peace on Earth you dont remind me Dying Honor, Uni-bomber, you pre-madonna, I'm ghetto verson of Gia Connor Mob bosses, count losses gain profits, same logic Did it all but still stay silent, keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz' 50's who I do it for, die for mine and ride on yours [Hook]