Lyrics:
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
the beagles
When they should be nicking all the paedos
Violate, and I'm visiting your peoples
Pop pop pop, and you niggas is the weasels
Man turn tables,
And the origin
To my ego
So me and you are not equal
I don't even think i can see you
Do what i want
When i need to
I was invited here
By people
Now the atmosphere
and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions was to set you up right
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, let us set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time
I'ma go out and go get it today
I don't know why but these girls in my face
And I’m not gonna stop 'till I cop me a wraith
I jus cut off my hoes all
you, bitch come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)
Taught your pussy-ass
You used to say that I'd never be
Nothing without you and I believe
I'm shot in the lungs, I gasp, I can't breathe
Just lay here with me, baby,
You used to say that I'd never be
Nothing without you and I believe
I'm shot in the lungs, I gasp, I can't breathe
Just lay here with me, baby,
Talking to jungle & steve
Stoute because of you & almost
Lost Anthony because of you
You used to turn my phone off so
My professionals couldn’t reach me
hang me in the morning on a scaffold yea big
To dance upon nothing to the tyborn jig
Treats you like a puppet when your under its spell
Oh the heart is
Makin a move in my bones
You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close
Turn off the 2-way
You lay your head on my pillow
And do me
and it feels like it's maybe off, or it's just in my head, and it's so scary to me, and I'm like holy shit, I'm gonna die
I'm never writing another lyric
to Mick)
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
to Mick)
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
nothing out of it
And I say fuck a nigga he ain't profiting
I trimmed the fat and now I'm eating healthy
How you got my back and you ain't ever help me
I
they head, aint gonna understand but/
Sometimes u gotta take the mask off and show em the real //
Cuz its hard as fuck for me write a song thats happy/
But the demons I have seen
Calling me by name
I'm in the back seat
Can't you hear the screams
Motherboard
Overload
System need a reboot
Jumping out
If you call this a path to a fuck then pass it as nothing
Lazarus stuck
Know this ain't love
This is just a run in
But I know I'm barely running
This
popped them in the pen
Get off your ass and jam!
Oh they call me the kid
Let's get it on, y'all
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
at
The hooker and says
Let me take you down
'cause we're going to the Texas Motel
Don't mind the smell
It's nothing to get hung about
Please leave your cash
it off
Just pump it, just pump it
Pump, pump it or you just turn it off
Pump, pump it or I’m not gonna stay
Pump, pump it or you just turn it off
Pump
me
Turn off that signal and stay left for 3-
More kilometres as I blow pass your ass
cs you listen to Cardi B
This is hardly me until you're budging me
got my Brotherhood, body on the line just like Phil and Aga would
Why you trying to run it at a wall like Weasel
Try to test us get squashed like
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