[Lyric] Strikeout (bodyGaard)

[Intro]
Overdose
[?]

[Chorus]
Class out, now we gon' special
Fallout, where gon' stay now?
[?]
Strikeout, [?]
Class out, now we gon' special
Fallout, where gon' stay now?
[?]
Strikeout, [?]

[Verse 1]
I got a thousand in my bank account
[?] shit to count
I need my money, the right amount
Knife to his dome, and he scream and shout
All of your homies ain't really bout it
Knife to their throats and they snitch you out, bitch
No need to be running around the town
They'll be finding your body in the lost and found
[Bridge]
Red alert, danger
Slice off your majors
Make you endangered
Leave no remainders
Running your fade like a taper
Why are you talking, you stranger

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't wanna move away from everything
[?] wastes your life, at least the angel makes you fly away
Wonder what the future brings
Thinking about everything
I don't mind me ever thinking
I got way too much to drink

[Chorus]
Class out, now we gon' special
Fallout, where gon' stay now?
[?]
Strikeout, [?]
Class out, now we gon' special
Fallout, where gon' stay now?
[?]
Strikeout, [?]