Lyrics:
overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack
night all alone
And that's why your sittin' there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't goin' to call you!
So you put on the TV and you
Heal my broken heart by never walking out
That door
Heal my broken heart by saying babe I love You more
Heal my broken heart by showing me you love
yellow bellies
All give way to a never ending white
You are the heroin king of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour
You are the heroin king
poeple them take me for a fool
Nfana Ibaga
Never give another one yawawo
So the reason why I say nfana ibaga
Is that I got my conscience by my side
Got
to make me mask up
I dont give a fuck how low yo number is yo trap sus
I'm not trying to shop with you and you can't shop with us
These niggas act tuff but
Aaliyah?"
I said "love"
She said "What about the tape?"
I said "hush"
I said my lawyer said "don't say noth'"
But I can tell you I've been set up (up)
I
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
you never be
My niggas, they trappin' with felonies
I live what I rap no edit
These niggas, they livin' on credit
If it's bout' money then you know I
of livings when you're giving a lie
And you don't got to admit what you did to get by
See expectation should be raising but it's so buried in pride
And that's
in this shit for love
We can never give up
Talking about our love
It's a new episode
I can tell you that I'm loving you, it's no deceiving
Tell me that
Christlike
Pattern legit
All I been thru
Never forget
Gotta give thanks
When I reminisce
I was lost, now I'm found
You picked me up when I was on the ground
I
Steele, yours truly on the beat
The Accused
Oh so quickly we accuse
Casting judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those
theirs
So Britain never tried to buy you
Still, the hand
Never fed
Slapped you nonetheless
None had less
Barren land
No harvest
The famine a state of mind
yourself down, you dont give yourself credit
Making all your videos, get lost inside the edit
Drowning all your sorrows, think you need a paramedic
We got
make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
What type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
But I learned me a lesson
That I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up
But I learned me a lesson
That I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
Radio Killer!
Welcome to Radio Killer Records
Everybody's dating,
Until they learn to love you baby
She a fast life liver with a ass like
(What?)
(Facts this nigga got me fucked
All the way up) yo, you never killed men
Show your true colors, you a chameleon
Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
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