Lyrics:
Sitting twisted in the buggie with
A seed in his arm
What's the motive when the reason is harm
We in the ghetto everyday fighting demons
With a badge
[Forte' - Chorus]
They Got Me killin with them
They Got Me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They Got Me
didn't help me to get to
Where I'm at with this moment, you know you the only mixture
And I apologize in advance
If I don't show you affection by huggin'
on everybody's mix tape
Now for your album you're left with shit you wrote in sixth grade
That's why I don't rhyme on mix tapes
I mix hate and science and spit
in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no
profession
While the rest are giving up
And finding a new profession
My minds in a future tense I'm
Still trying to improve perfection
I need a chick on my arm
me
but all cos of my genes
need a tailor to go an expand the arms hugely
ca this tricep an bicep
thats wrapped up a few gs
need slack in the new
by the gun
So i always thought ima go out like that
Boom boom like that
Then i realized im fourteen i aint tryna die eighteen
Aint tryna die eighteen
Taylor Swift and Country
So I made you an album
I hope you like it you're the subject of every song
Remember days you used to lay in my arms
Now I just
Mike and Rel and Anch
Every single fight we had
I thought after all of that
We'd always be close
Albums filled with photographs
Our arms covered in scars
Began within a smile
I was urs when U passed by
Paid no heed to appearance
Don't wanna rectify
In my mind
Hey~do u remember
That's an unforgettable
quiet your turf
Get your city up in the arms wit the science I birth
I'm oxygen, my coast to yours
Line the meaning up wit the jetstream and get it
well with the pen, now I'm sicker again
Y'all been waiting for this album to drop
And off the top like a pringle I been waiting to pop
It's my time,
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind
"yeah get to the point"
Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms
Blackmailing, denying my right to live and laugh
For so long the power of his voice sang within me
His heartbeat in me it pounded so strong
On and on
In an album
made one rap song
Repeat 10 to 12 times to create a rap album
New chores, got some bread in mind
I want the two-doors, ain't no givin' rides
Oh,
We’re both in darkness now
My arms around you
I’m glad I found you
And I’m glad you found me too
Settle down relax your mind
All our troubles far behind
make my own plays I don't play by the book
Battlefield 2042, don't get shook
Coming soon get ready for my album Matrix 1
I'm going to the penthouse
You aint coming in shit
Causing your concussion
I call it your coffin
Cuz you're coughing
And you're skin is getting colder
Than an icy custard from
my shift?] and I'm with that
Baby brother here's an album I submitted in
Said sing my compilation till it's sold and sold out
And let the wax get cut
chandelier
I been stressin' bout my pops
He getting worse by the year
Just think about that shit, got me drowning in my tears
I keep telling my moms that we
what they know me by
Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight but the
Fans wanna stall me
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
Always in the lab with
I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my
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