Purgatory (feat. Sleepy 444)
Dorien
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It's white Runtz on the counter, finna spark and cough up all of that My partner ringing and I don't think I'ma call him back The clock is screaming in my ear and I'm just falling back Trying not to treat all of my problems like a laundromat How come I don't get no sleep sober Even 'fore the week's over I'm still feeling weakened but I'm seen a soldier I'm okay 'till I'm alone but I don't want nobody Lock myself in my thoughts as if I ain't got no hobbies Getting tired of making songs about my glockie 'Cause I love my lil' machete when it chop a nigga hockey Ain't been out in days and now my skin's a little chalky So I'm really turning "caine", and feeling "lido" when I'm not me Chopped up with Prada, we tryna get out Orlando City too on that f*ck-shit, it got me stacking my ammo If I don't see a Grammy by the time I'm twenty-three I'm back to hitting licks at bandos, stashing, blitz his bricks that's handled, ayy Money on the bed, keep it safe with me Only thing that I chase that I can replace with ease Broke out a Smith and that bitch is gon' sing like Sammy If you snake to me get a nigga collared, he can't stay with me If I die tonight, don't let them niggas at my funeral Ash me, then pass me in a grabba, then seclude the roach Put me next to my brother so I can view him close I'll be at peace with that piece of me, 'fore I choose a road Running out the front door, straight to the chicken Everything I grinded for, it was never given Riding for my bros, never trusting these women All these people cold-hearted since we was children I don't give a f*ck, I'm just getting straight to baggin Nothing out here funny, why the f*ck is you laughin Yes, bitch, I don't care, thanks for fucking asking They all love my style, that's why they get to jacking I just woke up, and they all day talking nonsense Bitch, what the f*ck you talking bout what's your problems I just keep stackin' give a f*ck about the nonsense What the f*ck you talking give a f*ck about your problems I could really care less about the next jit I'm in the stu', plotting on my next hit I'm original but this ain't no Netflix I could make a couple bands off a few clips Money on the bed, keep it safe with me Only thing that I chase that I can replace with ease Broke out a Smith and that bitch is gon' sing like Sammy If you snake to me get a nigga collared, he can't stay with me If I die tonight, don't let them niggas at my funeral Ash me, then pass me in a grabba, then seclude the roach Put me next to my brother so I can view him close I'll be at peace with that piece of me, 'fore I choose a road
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Written by: Charley Heath, Warrick Dawsey
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