[Lyric] Til the end of me (Bicc Swervo)

[Verse 1]
Finna keep on making music til the death of me

I’m spitting every bar up in my mind wit every breath in me

Music is my passion everything is fucking less to me

Watch how you be talking have respect when you addressing me

Nggas say I’m weak and that shit really be depressing me

I keep on getting better I be working wit extremity

Used to keep a gun like I was Sam I mean Yosemite

Quick to pull up on the fucking trigger for a enemy

I remember when I shot my homie accidentally

Got him to a doctor and they had a fucking remedy
I was feeling bad but I ain’t never show no empathy

That was still my homie he still fucking with me heavily

Getting to the story I ain’t mean to share that memory

I be rapping and I try to come wit some intensity

Ngga tryna diss me and you finna pay the penalty

I be going hard don’t give a fuck about your zealotry

I be rapping hard I wish that I could do it breathlessly

I be hella goofy I could never have solemnity

If I wanted all my fucking songs would serenity

I can’t do it everybody know I’m on obscenity

Speaking out my soul I let you see my true identity

I’m gone be the greatest let me show you my supremacy

Going to the lab to mix it up like some chemistry
Wit this music only thing I want is some longevity

Imma keep on rapping even when a ngga seventy

I just want the music all the rest is an amenity

Bitch I’m not a human imma different fucking entity

Now I’m bouta blow your fucking mind like you was Kennedy

[Verse 2]
Bitch I go in wit no hesitation for this duration

I’m tryna leave you n!ggas in stagnation

Feel it in yo heart but not no palpitation

Setting fire to a beat like it was in cremation

I wanna be the greatest or just in the conversation

I try to do it wit the word play and the quotation

And when I tell a story I be using narration

I’m tryna go platinum so I can get the sensation
I don’t need a feature I eat em like its predation

I’m gone make it to the top so let me start ascending

Keep it real up on a beat don’t need to be pretending

I don’t give a fuck if I don’t follow what is trending

I ain’t playing by the rules don’t care who I’m offending

This the real world ain’t nobody else suspending me bc

Now I’m going up and everybody is a friend of me

When I had my problems would you ever fucking tend to me

When I needed money would you ever fucking lend to me

Would you even help me if the cops had apprehended me

I don’t give a fuck bout who you trying to pretend to be

I keep making music never stopping til the end of me