Lyrics:
wonder
If you could see me now after all the fear and doubt
I bet you don’t bet you won’t recognise that frightened child
Lived to see another day
School pizza? Nah don't miss that
All the bus rides we was in the back
Squad was just chilling, freestyling raps
It was all love, no hate
I was cool with
peace Lil Peep
I hope to God that I'm not still alive by 23
The shit I think about is shit that you wouldn't believe
I wake up sick can't sleep and can't
(Fab at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.a
Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy baby
Or we can do it all night long (night long)
Haha, I'm 'bout
(Fab at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.a
Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy baby
Or we can do it all night long (night long)
Haha, I'm 'bout
They They They be like, "Knock
Where have you been?"
I've been at it while y'all
Quit back in 2018
I move like your SoundCloud page, I'm unseen
Hoffa
Cover girls jumping out the page like they pop ups
Spending all my money on these niggas that I brought up
Taking care of families for my
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in
make it, the growin pains comin out the ground
Turned me to a savage, like Phillip Jackson not with the bullshit
I don't care if it that shit match your
reverse
Cuz all that damn meddling
A have em
Pedallin ya hearse
I swear I need a medal for my mind
You measure with the worst
I find time in etchin out
ain't no other way
I tried to hold my feelings back
But now I'm here to stay...
Stay here by my side
Said loving you all night
Let me give this heart
smoking vroom
Better not inhale the fumes
Red beam on his body go pew
All these niggas hoes I know and
These niggas act like bitches like the hoes I knew
I
I'm the type who always told my broski set a goal
I would never take a loss that's why I warned them all
Put the city on my back how the fuck you
(Click, click)
You ain't getting shot by Rique your whole portfolio some shit (Yeah, yeah)
Had to go up off the grid like I'm Leoreo and shit
When I'm back
might
Patek Phillip
Then hit the streets no problem
If I can do it you can do it put that on my momma
Been 20 plus year yeen
take shit from me
Was
to do
Pop it, pop it, pop, pop that, whoa
Do everything except stop that
Hold up, all of that ass I can't grab it?
You might as well have be a fat bitch
quarterbacks
Can't afford a map
So they lost
Need directions to stay on course
I use the force that flows like the course of blood
Remorse is none for all
lost rubbers
Got adopted by the white
Thank god for Phillip Drummond
Different strokes on these hoes
Flush rubber do the zip up
Getting bandz on the pick
S.O.S.
By Gerry Shury and Phillip Swern
I'm going under
I'm slipping fast
Just like a drowning woman I keep turning over my past
I need
to me baby while I talk to you
You come back right now I'll forgive you yeah
Stop you're messin' 'round, All over this town
I don't like that, Well come
to eat
Y'all been talking for a week
And you already took her to Phillip
Damn
John Phillips
Chorus:
Well, I'm goin' away for to leave you. Might not come back any more (more, more)
If I never more see your face again, then
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, with' no benefits
Not bad, huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can't you
baby, that's easy to guess
(Yeah) y'all niggas ain't wash your
Dirt with me yet
I need my money, I'm gettin' upset (Yeah)
Excuses, excuses, not hearin' it
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