Lyrics:
Check my phone obsessively
To see if you have messaged me
Minutes go by, I look again
Maybe you forgot to hit send
That has happened once before
With
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
See, according to the people,
Man they said she disappeared
But according to the FEDs,
She just locked up in jail , yeah
Now every night, I prepare for
fed up
All these chains on my shoulders
Fuck'd my neck up
I Hadda run from the rollers
To fuck a check up
A lotta long days
Shoulders fulla weight
Past
courts (Fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts
Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (Get money)
The corn in the mash got force 44 kicks off
machine
Bitches the be loving the d
Niggas know i kill the beats thats why they fronting on me
I could really go switch it up over any track with a new
would burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling
Can’t do this all, no use in helping, you would come rescue me,
Somehow your love will set me free
Now, I can let my life pass me by, can’t get
Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off!
Ya'll niggaz
judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those fingers back at you, back at you
You better watch your tone
If you ain’t a sinner,
The beautiful Redbull Studios man
Power 106 is here yes
Denzel Curry is here to set a tone today
Oh man, Dade County
Ey, we ain't come to play around
He said
the boss, guess I'm lucky that I'm bludclart James'd up
Patterned that from day dot, middle finger raised up, fuck you little haters yeah
Babylon boy,
[Sample: Rocky]
You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here
I'd hold you up and say to your mother
This kids gonna be the best kid in
and sometimes you crap
Who would of thought you'd get popped one time and rat?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like,
my lonely
Wrote this shit all by lonely
So I'm doly to the stu
I might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie
Two hands up
Brrt, Aye
Snow Gang, Uh
CRIP
(Okay, okay, okay)
(Let's go, let's go, let's !)
Roll up a blunt and get high as a kite
She wanna fuck by the end
Yeah, yeah
Right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Feel me now, listen
Momma loved me, pop left me
Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
Yeah, yeah
Right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Feel me now, listen
Momma loved me, pop left me
Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
that lead, aye
Bitch we gone get chased by the feds
Yuh, running down the east coast, 140 on 95
When the sun goes down yeah we don't stop, yeah we
I didn't understand
I had no proof, but knew they'd judge me
Not living up to a name, I ain't choose
Those kids were ruthless in middle school
What's
seen
Or am I just hanging on by my Dungarees
If I blow up someday, it's lucky me
I'll appeal to the masses from this Sunday seat
These are all raw
my phone
But even if I did, they'd prolly hear a dial tone
I let it ring, I'm like fuck it I'm tryna die alone
Honestly I feel like this depression
to the core
Things that I done so I could get by
It wasn't fun, there were times that I cried
I did not run, had to man up to fly
I had no gun, but I still had
are now
Since "Can I Borrow a Dollar?" Ooh I'm a star now
I'm coming from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
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