Imma tell the truth
I'on really f*ckin feel a lot
Did it to you too
Yeah we cursed, it's like we paralysed
If you gave me options, I would never f*cking pick a side
But you brought me ruin and I'll never have a clear mind
Nah, I never like the way that you niggas talk
Always talkin like you ballin, but you full of flaws
You ain't never been so traumatised, them bodies drop
Close range, headshot, bullet wounds, can't wipe em off
If you gone talk bout me
Put respect on my name
If my niggas call on me
Set a flame to your gang
Talking that shit but you ain't really bout it, you seeming content just to roll off
Using my blood and my sweat and my pain and my tears, I be giving my soul yeah
I see the bitch you nigga (yuh)
I see the bitch in you boy (ah)
You ain't never had a chance (nah)
Got me slicing up my hands (bitch)
Damn blood still red
Lil disappointed, I know it's psychotic, I know (wha)
Keep on working on my craft and the next time I bleed
I know that, that shit gon be gold (yuh)
Say my name five times, you know that I'm coming to put it on wax (bitch)
Got your bitch in the crib, she throwing that ass when I put on my track (brrr)
Say she believe in a god, she get on her knees, she praying to me (damn)
Head so good, I'm boutta go tattoo her titties, she love the ink, huh
Rent free in your head whether you love it or not
23 shots to the head, I'm wondering how the f*ck am I still alive (huh)
Write the checks, I don't need the adidas
F*ck a mattress, I got bodies in freezers
Benadryl just to feel relaxed
Stuck in a void, we gone run it back (Wha?)
Run it back, stuck in a void, we gon run it back
Run it back on your bitch asses
Caught her bending over, bitch lacking
Say my name, got your bitch spazzin
I got a bullet spinning in the chamber
Them sirens telling me that we in danger
I'm off to the fog, imma see you later
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Imma tell the truth
I'on really f*ckin feel a lot
Did it to you too
Yeah we cursed, it's like we paralysed
If you gave me options, I would never f*cking pick a side
But you brought me ruin and I'll never have a clear mind
Nah, I never like the way that you niggas talk
Always talkin like you ballin, but you full of flaws
You ain't never been so traumatised, them bodies drop
Close range, headshot, bullet wounds, can't wipe em off
If you gone talk bout me
Put respect on my name
If my niggas call on me
Set a flame to your gang
Talking that shit but you ain't really bout it, you seeming content just to roll off
Using my blood and my sweat and my pain and my tears, I be giving my soul yeah
I see the bitch you nigga (yuh)
I see the bitch in you boy (ah)
You ain't never had a chance (nah)
Got me slicing up my hands (bitch)
Damn blood still red
Lil disappointed, I know it's psychotic, I know (wha)
Keep on working on my craft and the next time I bleed
I know that, that shit gon be gold (yuh)
Say my name five times, you know that I'm coming to put it on wax (bitch)
Got your bitch in the crib, she throwing that ass when I put on my track (brrr)
Say she believe in a god, she get on her knees, she praying to me (damn)
Head so good, I'm boutta go tattoo her titties, she love the ink, huh
Rent free in your head whether you love it or not
23 shots to the head, I'm wondering how the f*ck am I still alive (huh)
Write the checks, I don't need the adidas
F*ck a mattress, I got bodies in freezers
Benadryl just to feel relaxed
Stuck in a void, we gone run it back (Wha?)
Run it back, stuck in a void, we gon run it back
Run it back on your bitch asses
Caught her bending over, bitch lacking
Say my name, got your bitch spazzin
I got a bullet spinning in the chamber
Them sirens telling me that we in danger
I'm off to the fog, imma see you later
I'on really f*ckin feel a lot
Did it to you too
Yeah we cursed, it's like we paralysed
If you gave me options, I would never f*cking pick a side
But you brought me ruin and I'll never have a clear mind
Nah, I never like the way that you niggas talk
Always talkin like you ballin, but you full of flaws
You ain't never been so traumatised, them bodies drop
Close range, headshot, bullet wounds, can't wipe em off
If you gone talk bout me
Put respect on my name
If my niggas call on me
Set a flame to your gang
Talking that shit but you ain't really bout it, you seeming content just to roll off
Using my blood and my sweat and my pain and my tears, I be giving my soul yeah
I see the bitch you nigga (yuh)
I see the bitch in you boy (ah)
You ain't never had a chance (nah)
Got me slicing up my hands (bitch)
Damn blood still red
Lil disappointed, I know it's psychotic, I know (wha)
Keep on working on my craft and the next time I bleed
I know that, that shit gon be gold (yuh)
Say my name five times, you know that I'm coming to put it on wax (bitch)
Got your bitch in the crib, she throwing that ass when I put on my track (brrr)
Say she believe in a god, she get on her knees, she praying to me (damn)
Head so good, I'm boutta go tattoo her titties, she love the ink, huh
Rent free in your head whether you love it or not
23 shots to the head, I'm wondering how the f*ck am I still alive (huh)
Write the checks, I don't need the adidas
F*ck a mattress, I got bodies in freezers
Benadryl just to feel relaxed
Stuck in a void, we gone run it back (Wha?)
Run it back, stuck in a void, we gon run it back
Run it back on your bitch asses
Caught her bending over, bitch lacking
Say my name, got your bitch spazzin
I got a bullet spinning in the chamber
Them sirens telling me that we in danger
I'm off to the fog, imma see you later
Writer: Michael Bruce
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