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All this pain n this pressure Its a shame how it left us I like my gas in exotic Give a fuck about yo prices If its good dem im shoppin Niggas holla zaza Knowin well dey needa stop Corner store pre package Tryna run it up off profit Stop fakin yeen got it Finnesin out ya ppl Pray to god dey dont rob ya Anything below top shelf on dat strain We ain coppin Bags 26 or better Better send em in a rocket & i knw da moon man One hit you astronautn' Make em come out dey pocket If they aint up on dey knowledge Monster cookies or Real runtz... Nigga pick ya topic Extreme OG, one hit ul be Nodding U knw pressure bust pipes And my blunt still slidin One taste of dat candy land You rollercoaster ridin More flavor than baskin robins That wedding cake fire Divorce dem 25 8ths Had to aim a lil higher Quality im in tune with Really what i desire Bambu papers, crushed fonto Pass me a lighter Gas bag after bag Every week -new suprises Jet lagg- i may crash I cant get no higher Fast cash,apple pay, venmo We'll get it wired Use to sit inside dat drop off box No stopn ours 60-120, rup it up wit no options Had to work out my problems Listen im sorry mama Ima man first, u ever hear this It made me stronger I took vows with her Now im standn ya honor Fucked all dem plans up Left me facin my karma For the hurt i brung in That outlook left tarnished Now im movin wit caution I rlly left ya heartless Emotionally scarred Tryn heal, but im who caused it Tears fill up a bucket Fuck it, turned off da faucet Im goin in acceptn my wins Like all my losses Put a stamp on FBA Gotta kill me to get off me You can lay my flesh down & my spirits a still wonder From da pain and aggression This da sound wen im at hunger 2020 crazy to say Its tryna take us under Death is rising, shit divided Worser covid numbers Who supplying, smebdy lyin Think they slick -yea dey tried it I like to hustle Put away da profit Double up allowance Pray da lord spare me 60 more years if he allow it Part my enemies n competition Ill devour Bumpn heads wit da best of dem Witout led showers Black suits, red flowers Lose it all if they allow it To da world Whoever killed makaii slade YOU a coward Throw in da flag Dats a penalty against ours Im a father with a daughter Left us all feeln heartless Aint no love in my city They just bring city problems "Fuck da police" Got me holdn on my heat Dey tryn stop our chicken, you knw Dey hate dark meat Definition of gangsta... in yall? Nawl, ion see Dat foundation been planted Imitate us want to copy Lil youngins always down to ride Tell em bring a car seat Only 50% trust in dat man Incase he off me Media convos Be lit extra sparky In person its different More plotting n less talkn You get da point? outta ya circle you Get da target Put a bill on his head n getem clipped Like da barber
Writer(s): Tony Lassiter Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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