Lyrics

I guess i should change my ways that's it goes Guess they want the sour side that's the way they chose They want me to bring the pressure til they decomposed I guess they ain't learn they lesson let me reimpose I swear the feds watching i won't go outside They won't look me in my face i could see the lies Just stay on my lonely they gone peep the grind Let me drop behind read between the lines See so Many snakes See so many snakes Niggas switch up on you quick I call them minute made Renegade for getting paid I bring a blade straight to your face If you switching plays I'm rocking suede While I'm in her place she play charade As fear conveyed As time delayed so disarrayed her mind became So i picture painted a picture creating barricades No foreign aid but a hearing aid hope she's ok I seen it coming from miles away And i can't explain How all this pain could keep me sane Ain't that insane Pick up my brain and then match the shade As i watch the wave Watch em raid as they brake the chains that made em slaves And make em pay financial aid to keep em slaved He's to afraid to stay awake as his mind decays But he's woke his mind unfolds as the stories told He holds a tote that's oh so cold aiming for the foes I guess i should change my ways that's it goes Guess they want the sour side that's the way they chose They want me to bring the pressure til they decomposed I guess they ain't learn they lesson let me reimpose I swear the feds watching i won't go outside They won't look me in my face i could see the lies Just stay on my lonely they gone peep the grind Let me drop behind read between the lines And if i got enemies they was friends of me My energy bringing bigger things I'm like nigga please On the corner where jiggas be selling Nickle T's Demons on me like ion know what got into me If we ain't any thing i know we friends They came quicker than my taxes ion need advance But my pockets getting bigger i could see the bands Might just stop wearing them Jays and start wearing vans So i could skate on you haters Bring a flame to you haters How the fuck you pocket watching but You claim you getting paper How the fuck You cheering for me But you saying i won't make it How you you wanna be my homie But you keep on flaking on me I'm just a popular Loner I'm just a popular Loner I'm just a popular Loner I'm just a popular Loner Y'all can't see me I'm too low key You can't hold me I'm like 1k boy that's a stack Boy you can't fold me She sweet like nestle Ima fuck Her in the morning Ion fuck with basic bitches cuz they boring I swear her body like a bouquet that's that floral I swear Y'all niggas lost y'all mind ain't got no morals When a real one speak the truth y'all think it's torture I'm just counting all my I guess i should change my ways that's it goes Guess they want the sour side that's the way they chose They want me to bring the pressure til they decomposed I guess they ain't learn they lesson let me reimpose I swear the feds watching i won't go outside They won't look me in my face i could see the lies Just stay on my lonely they gone peep the grind Let me drop behind read between the lines
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