Lyrics:
See I ain't a gangsta
I just stand on business I'm a die a g
I'm from where you lose a love one
Then you lose sobriety
Three Five of rocky, deuce
When I get down
Into the deep
Where I'm alone
And my thoughts creep
They go round in my head
Like a lost boat at sea
Drowning me out
Till I wash up
Bang
Fuck that bitch Loraine
She think I'm insane
Six shots like a .38
Sipping that shit left me lain
I'm on the floor, but I been soaring
Stabbed me
I was asleep at seven o'clock
You really wanna leave, i'm so fucked
Is that what you mean, I'm so fucked
If you don't come back, im so fucked
I was
the door
Door
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
It's gonna take a while
I might be home by
4:AM
(4:AM)
I'm okay, why don't you smile?
Don't be worrying
Fill up your heart
you're late in your thirties
well guess who's in her thirties?
I'm anti everything
you look for the heart of things
still our dreams align
we share
I stepped in this evening
25 bottles for the weekend
Pure ladies I'll be greeting
Lord Nights no bodies leaving (ha yeah)
Uno that I'm teasing
I'm
myself I am legit
I know I got talent I know I'm creative, I struggle with singing but I work with patience
I got the image, I got what they craving, But
Bullets open yo chest like a bitch giving birth
The morgue gone have to come pick up yo guts
He said he got racks on my head why the fuck I'm not
the past
Feelin' kinda broken
But I also broke my cast
Ay, where'd that butterfly go?
Am I the shell that didn't last?
Trying not to crash on purpose
But I'm
Or the fact that I'm lazy
It's a shame I'm not toxic
Cuz we'd rock it
I can tell your better off so I stopped
But I can see how I loved you
Cuz maybe
I can be
I'ma slide with your ex bitch RJ selling me a MP5 I'm gon' take that boy offer I promise I Ain't finna die
And I promise that YAKKO! ain't never
a clean up
You want my jewels then my chopper it shoot Then I'm watching the news with a blunt And my feet up
Juss squabble little nigga I don't want
guala got shorter (Ahh)
Brodie be hitting my line I'm a send him the gas but that's the last order (Yeah)
She said Wello the new top performer
Pussy get
I smoke that shit but I never pop check out the drip check out the sauce
Once at school I was called a Dom kop but look at me now I'm dripping like
the truck and I slide with my brother
Get me a dollar put that on my mother
Aye
Came in the game and I'm bringing some trouble
Dirt on my name and I bring in
Project mafia
Yea
Ah
Yea
Hot
Want hop out aventador
Ain't tripping of n*****
I passed I get It u mad la boy
My life is to real what I'm cappin for
Maybe I could stop
Take the time to maybe take a walk
I'm all in my mind, it happens all of the time
I'm waiting on a new album drop
'Fore I can look
I'll burn you all like you are witches
I'm like lucifer
You crucible
Burnt down my past, I don't need bridges
Aye
I'm on the top of the world now
Had
3 shots hit them with 3 shots
Act up I'm on that case like I'm sherlock
3 shots hit them with shots
Act tough we gonna hit them with a big glock
Fall a million times and I'm rise a billion more babe
All I have got is lover and Hunger for this hustle babe
Fall a million times and I'm rise
I put a whip on my wrist
I spent a hundred thousand in an hour lah boy come look at this shit
It's a whole lotta guala I'm dripping designer these
Big batty girl tryna twerk to the beat
Sipping on juice then sipping on lean
I'm just counting bands like 1 2 3
I got racks in the bank waiting for
When I put it to the side
I'm gone change shit with my pride
All them basics to your mind
Boy you crazy make it shine
Make it happen bro we're
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