Lyrics
I am taking all the molly justice for my mind
Kids growing up, I am seeing with eyes
I don't wanna feel my skin crawl
Left me for the game, suicide
I don't wanna fight with your fight men
We just got a .60 for the stiffant
I just spent a 40 for this white benz
Oh
Run up to the hood with the Bayonets
Really really trust issues matching souls
Really really I am feeling low
Cannot wait to lose my soul
Heartfelt and it feels so cold
I turned back and backed up
I got shadows like the sharp blunts
She can't feel us
Maybe she could when she's dying
I don't wanna fight with your fight men
We just got a .60 for the stiffant
I just spent a 40 for this white benz
Oh
Run up to the hood with the Bayonets
Go
Flip it now
Nigga saying never gon bring a knife to no gunfight
Never send a lil fuck nigga
If you need some to be done right
Nowadays these hoes man
They acting so uptight
3 wrongs in my life
We making it one right
Shooting our way where we gonna go make it
If you got mine
We gon take it
Know that we never gon ever be faking
Flipping the script like it's bacon
Nigga gon have to go try to come take it
Money we stacking cause money we raking
Fuckin' wit me you know that's forsaken
Yeahhhhhhh
Yall still playing with me?
Ha
Fuck nigga
Come on
I don't wanna fight with your fight men
We just got a .60 for the stiffant
I just spent a 40 for this white benz
Oh
Run up to the hood with the Bayonets
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