12Am

I can't let you in the stu, baby, Cause there's thugs in there I can't write your verse lil nigga Yo check ain't even clear Brody said he gon' do what I ain't even hear My pirates drop like five of y'all Snakes With my Metal Gear He wanna hit his lil' dance So I might hit his tendon I ain't regular, that's why they hatin' Knock the gum balls out his benson nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah If it wasn't for Toman, swear to God, I wouldn't be livin' This hatred I'm holdin', it's because I'm forced to stay sinnin' Writing pain poetry, don matter poverty or your pigment I'm writin' bout bad shit, cause bad shit, I might've did it I talk with broddie bro He stay with mud just like he Tune Today, will he get off? Maybe not Told him stay tuned And all of my idols dead So bitch don't tell me who made me If my Stunnas catch you in public Bitch, you better go and have a baby Shit, like, ayy, bro, motherfuckin', ayy, bro, you feelin' me like, shit, Nigga tryna blow up off of the pain, music, all types of shit Bitch, tryna blow up off of angry music, shit like that, you feel me Just like, you know what I mean like I ain't gon' lie, 2024, it's gon' have to be that year, bro You feel me? We ain't got nothin' outside of this music, shit, bro, That's all we got You feel me? Like, we just got it, you know what I mean And that's why we ting the fuck up this year, bro You feel me Boy, shit, but uh shit, yeah, yeah Boy, shit, yeah, yeah, yeah Tied