Lyrics:
with tiny tombstones
Never got to grow, but I guess it's all part of your plan
Maybe you're the same as I am, we all make mistakes
Made in the image
when I bleed
I just lick the wound
No, you not a G, you got it misconstrued
You all on IG, lying to get views
You got these little kids dying
Trying
a location, where you at? We got him (we got him)
Damn, man, y'all slime
But I'm Big Bad Slime (slime), big racks
Still step on your bitch ass, nigga
I'm only wearin' black
And my homies are wylin'
We all love Taylor Swift
I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef
I'm saucin' it up
No
a bitch and I got all my keys
Fucking apparent that we don’t parents our kids, so we end up like me
How we keep on a spree making serial freaks, uh
In
Hardy (I told you)
A little trouble never hurt nobody (Yeah)
I know that she know that I love all the parties
Because a little trouble really never hurt
never read it
So I'm eating all my words with beans over rice
He's overpriced, fuck a penny for a thought
Got at least forty fights, in a weekend enticed
a duchess, so we can have a fun sesh
Tell her it’s a house party, really it’s a fuck fest
What are all these thoughts I conjure up
Rapped for 7 years and I
like this
You are all so very lucky
And as we got time to ask you, I would ask
You to honor your own pain in this moment
And take yourself back to that
you know we was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got
was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
know that I'm first)
Because I'm gonna fucking murder you
I got shots spraying all over you
You want talk, you get hit with this 42, yeah
2021, we going
old by old, I guess I got it through the zips
It's quick
We over here with zip drives and the flashes
Tryin' to get our shit high to the masses
Provide
Gotti with the stainless
I'll just call it shoddy entertainment
If y'all was in the party gettin' faded
On molly, had the audience sedated
You
yo
Yo I don’t need no
I don’t need nobody
I don’t, I don’t-
Don’t that make me an introvert?
I don’t know
And it’s me
All alone
In my tiny little
I could of killed myself, I made it this far
I got a little brother and a some little sisters
I could die about this shit if we beefing we gotta get
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
After we did all the
Groundwork, outta nowhere
Here you come jumpin' in
Why should we fuckin' bring you in after
We got all these views comin' in?
Why
heads
We never slept like normal kids, no, we'd sit straight up in bed
He was my friend, a friend
We can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt
'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy
that
Party like that till we say
Whoa we all dancing with the demons and the devils on the floor
He got drunk as well with everybody but y'all would not
are better left unbroken
How will love survive
How will love survive
Little by little, step by step
We will kill the dirty heads
Heart to heart
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