Lyrics:
I hear the drummers coming for me death is at my doorway
Fear says Imma perish but that ain't what my Lord say
He said I ain't guilty though I
got to get rich ain't coming to meet you
I got to tax
If you want a feature
I got my bitch
Shopping through Neimans
Me and TC on some shit for no reason
Triple Sev , bitch, I'm the lucky one, I feel it in my veins
The undertaker, heart stopper, causin' all these niggas pain
He ain't need a switch, he use
it for the gram cause I got one shot
Need a million followers
I ain't here to play
c hundred thousand likes
I ain't here to play
That blue check by
Bustdown, ring the bell, Audemars, plain Jane
What I'd do, all I can tell, I find out I ain't your main thing
Where you at? Find your way home, bitch, stop
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by
Bitch you capping like riley
Bitch you acting you ain't hard not slightly
You ain't ever rode you got low mileage
You Claim you gone shoot ha that's
diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was '05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had
always fuck a bad bitch"
Young nigga paper chasin' since I was a jit
Sellin' weed in high school
That helped my mama pay the rent
You know I can't chase
ain't really hard to tell by all the moves I'm makin'
Takin' all these nigga's bitches, you can say I'm Drakin'
I'm that nigga, you that bitch and ain't
on these damn pages
Can you tell me everything that I've missed?
I don't want to become a fucking artist
My thoughts are quite hard to say bitch
I'm afraid
on my ends I’m goated today
Bitch I’m ‘bout to blow like I tote a grenade, okay
Aye, okay yeah, oh yeah, yeah
I know that they hate
I got some friends
coo parked run and shoot
Or late night throwin rights, shootin
Dice wit tru and that diamond in the back
Sunroof top, I'm hangin out that bitch
Bout
I got toseina in me bitch I been sipping M-G-P
That shit filling up my spleen bitch ion even know how I think
I been sipping good codeine
Bitch I
beggars cannot by choosey
Been the queen for eight summers
Just tell them to call me Suzy
This that Nicki, this that Uzi
This Hennessy got me woozy
and she stay way on the other side
I hit B.G. on the celly
And told him that the bitch was all good and you have it not to telly
[B.G.]
Bitch hold
nothing right
There's a whole in me that I can't fill
No matter how hard I try
Ain't nothing sweeter there ain't nothing wrong
All the pain that I
Aye, there ain't no place that I would rather be
Goin' through that pain and that hurt, that's how I had to be
And when I go get my dreams, will
full of pain
I ain't even have a tissue
Please Talk to me nice or just don't talk at all
If you gon judge gon head and judge
But please don't judge me by
nigga holla
From the muddy like I'm gully
Bitch I'm humble for that guala
Ain't no option
They waiting for a bitch like me to drop nigga
Yes
Never ever
that i can't think
Putted a glock in my head
Gotta kill that crackhead, UH
End the pain, please
With the pisto rain
End the pain, please
Make life
Sobered up
Gang pour me up
I feel my heart
Beat through my shirt
I sip my pain away by the slurp
First Bitch i love ima Birkin Her down
Sobered up
the bottom, I came from the streets
All this pain and hardship , it turned me to a beast
Tossin' and turnin', a n***a can't sleep
I ain't chasin' that bitch, if
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