F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend
Half these people faking they won't be here till my last
Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash
Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted
Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses
Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet
Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution
Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case
Too cold won't fold no I won't say
Truth told phone call it ain't your voice
Phone home you gone it ain't no way
Heart cold we standin' on business
Heart broke we killin' his wishes
Five goals we get it then split it
My dawg we ballin' no piston
You get some money do nun for your family your homies you look after women
F*ck one hundred keep that shit a million
I'm just like rasta
Smell that cancer its plenty
All them people making comments bout my homie they scary
They ain't really bout none
Know they sweet like some candy
Get pulled over you ain't leavin' why the f*ck you got hemis
And her luv it made me sick because its f*ck all my feelings
You want none to do with me I'm on my way to the ceiling
Bitch you know that we fill it guarantee he ain't healin'
And one second you chillin' the next second you bleedin'
Get some dead faces got the money on my mind
She a free agent know that she was never mine
Half these people faking on the low they choosin' sides
Stack it up and save it spend that money you could die
Told 'em bitches don't you speak on bro ain't speaking my lingo
You ain't seen nobody bleed because I know that you been fold
Take it back to the sender y'all be dissin' you been told
All my homies some spenders get you knocked with your kindfold
F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend
Half these people faking they won't be here till my last
Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash
Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted
Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses
Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet
Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution
Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case
Too cold won't fold no I won't say
Truth told phone call it ain't your voice
Phone home you gone it ain't no way
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F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend
Half these people faking they won't be here till my last
Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash
Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted
Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses
Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet
Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution
Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case
Too cold won't fold no I won't say
Truth told phone call it ain't your voice
Phone home you gone it ain't no way
Heart cold we standin' on business
Heart broke we killin' his wishes
Five goals we get it then split it
My dawg we ballin' no piston
You get some money do nun for your family your homies you look after women
F*ck one hundred keep that shit a million
I'm just like rasta
Smell that cancer its plenty
All them people making comments bout my homie they scary
They ain't really bout none
Know they sweet like some candy
Get pulled over you ain't leavin' why the f*ck you got hemis
And her luv it made me sick because its f*ck all my feelings
You want none to do with me I'm on my way to the ceiling
Bitch you know that we fill it guarantee he ain't healin'
And one second you chillin' the next second you bleedin'
Get some dead faces got the money on my mind
She a free agent know that she was never mine
Half these people faking on the low they choosin' sides
Stack it up and save it spend that money you could die
Told 'em bitches don't you speak on bro ain't speaking my lingo
You ain't seen nobody bleed because I know that you been fold
Take it back to the sender y'all be dissin' you been told
All my homies some spenders get you knocked with your kindfold
F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend
Half these people faking they won't be here till my last
Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash
Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted
Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses
Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet
Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution
Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case
Too cold won't fold no I won't say
Truth told phone call it ain't your voice
Phone home you gone it ain't no way
Half these people faking they won't be here till my last
Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash
Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted
Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses
Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet
Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution
Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case
Too cold won't fold no I won't say
Truth told phone call it ain't your voice
Phone home you gone it ain't no way
Heart cold we standin' on business
Heart broke we killin' his wishes
Five goals we get it then split it
My dawg we ballin' no piston
You get some money do nun for your family your homies you look after women
F*ck one hundred keep that shit a million
I'm just like rasta
Smell that cancer its plenty
All them people making comments bout my homie they scary
They ain't really bout none
Know they sweet like some candy
Get pulled over you ain't leavin' why the f*ck you got hemis
And her luv it made me sick because its f*ck all my feelings
You want none to do with me I'm on my way to the ceiling
Bitch you know that we fill it guarantee he ain't healin'
And one second you chillin' the next second you bleedin'
Get some dead faces got the money on my mind
She a free agent know that she was never mine
Half these people faking on the low they choosin' sides
Stack it up and save it spend that money you could die
Told 'em bitches don't you speak on bro ain't speaking my lingo
You ain't seen nobody bleed because I know that you been fold
Take it back to the sender y'all be dissin' you been told
All my homies some spenders get you knocked with your kindfold
F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend
Half these people faking they won't be here till my last
Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash
Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted
Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses
Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet
Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution
Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case
Too cold won't fold no I won't say
Truth told phone call it ain't your voice
Phone home you gone it ain't no way
Writer: Andre Lim
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