Lyrics:
me up/
When I try to climb,
Feel like I'm losin' my mind,
You, I can always find,
You're beau-ti-ful/
Verse III
Every time I fell down you knelt down
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
One nigga breakin down
The TV screen's feeding ye right
I've seen both sides of it by now, I would a bowed down
A new sound the lost can be found
You're in some real dirt, ye
I hope you die kid is what I viewed through my busted eyelids
I slit my wrist and sit and watch the droplets run on the floor
My cousin kicked in
-n- thuggs
You got dese girls in dese clubbs
On da floor shakin it up
Lost needin some love
Rappers die in da field
Claimin dey keep it real
Got yo
To the time he swore his love to a whore
Another name on the door, another 1:2:3:4
But the same old crown standing there on the floor
Nexus Icon, Nexus Icon
fucking whore
Knocks you down you're back for more
Leaves you lying on the floor
Leave her side you'd sooner die
You've tempted fate you scream and cry
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
But there you were down in row three
Holdin' some other baby tightly
I wished it all was a bad dream
Then I saw you kissin'
Boy you better listen up
go with the flow girl
Clap that ass and lay down on the floor
Middle fingaz in the air
We gonn make it multiplayer
If the game ain't fair
Better play
niggas chasin dough chasin digits
Shake it fast till you can't no more
let me see how really low can you go
Drop it down till your ass touch the floor
money
And since I'm trapping, I can never leave my phone
I'm serving junkies, Ozs, i pour like two or three and now I'm in a zone
I'm a Z boy, I still yo
One Two Three Four
Who's the centre of attention now girl
I am dressed to impress the crowd
But the celebration stops to the sound of a bullet
such a truthful face fade away
Made me realize, I wasn't a butterfly
Stuck in a cocoon, you die, get by or modify your life
It's time to say goodbye,
these fiends
But the only fiend is me
Cuts all over my wrist razor blades I grip
But I I barely bleed stimulants I need
It's 10 past 3 so I slowly creep
adults
Who's up when I call
Who know why I called and down for the cause
(uh) i know you know why I called
Need cause on my walls
Floating stair cases
by the fame
It's just a product of the work
'Stead I been cooped up in the
Studio and selling outta merch
While I been staking out the game
I know it's
Three fifty nine is how much you owe
Like are you serious right neow bro
Hair so thin just like your body
Rizz so bad like "Hey there shawty"
Arms so
we done shut it down by three
And they always want an encore always beg us not to leave
I ain't never going nowhere girl I came here just to please
She
troubling
Holding me down by my throat
I try to beat that choke
I'm clinging onto hope
The problems of this world
Live in the lump inside my throat
crazy
Left this lady lying still on the floor
I think I killed her, Patrick, come on man
I can't knock no more
But Screech kept on knocking
'till his
Cook you quicker than The Rock
Yeah welcome to the trap
Fuck yo bitch on the mattress on the floor
Don't look down
That's a 3.5 when you stepping
you’re new to the cul-de-sac
let me show you a few of the country’s facts
right now cellular’s down but it’s coming back
once you move in the truth is
speaking black magic
Floor turns to ashes
Screams reach a fever pitch
Eyes signify that it's time to
Let the demons in
Peering through the darkness with
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