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She thought it was over then the photo cropped Crodies took me in like the fham they adopt First scene shot, Motivation got flopped They thought it was over after BLOCKSTAR dropped Monster you know I'm ferocious All the fake ones how were they the closest All the real ones I treated them like bogus I was drownin' in my feels now I feel hopeless She done thought she won and then her IG got blocked Texts everday then suddenly stopped Told my crodie make the jump, why you wanna skip and hop All your love isn't real, it was bought, it was copped 116 crew crodie thought I told you 116 out the 6ix we went global Like origami, yeah we see em fold too Got me prayin' up to God to help Him mold you She ain't gon ride just like she's a virgin Cut em open like I'm a surgeon He want smoke but you know I won't hurt him Mortal Kombat, finish him, we shirt him I can't believe I lost my youngin to a yg earning stripes He was fightin' wit his fists, the yg totin' on a pipe He was fightin' wit his fists and he ain't even have a knife But It Is What It Is when you in da street life At the pot with the Justin Bieber Wipe his nose like he sick got a fever Imma pull your cord like it's a lever See my faith I'll make you a believer 116 man you we on a Mission Not a Muslim, I'm a Khan, I'm a Christian To make a difference you got do something different To make a difference you got do something different Posted on the curb y'all be payin' back CERB Love my fham, imma show em love it's a verb Put my phone on DND, please do not disturb Youngins fly in the trap up like a bird First meal of the day imma snack up on her clitoris Smokin' on the quads sativa got me vigorous Killin' up the poax, issa homi no witness Y'all think you're first but you know you ain't indigenous Cro, slide Run up close range and he died Hide? This ain't Hide and Seek you'll die I, left had to cling to my right I, had to go cling to the light I, wanna put em up in the sky I, wanna put these holes in his eye I, wanna put your body in the ground I, wanna put em down sleep and sound Cut the sin out really got be cautious Slidin' on the oppas block, pray them boys ain't nauseous Ooh ah Now she want the shhh now Flush em I'm the shhh now Runnin' gon get hit now Now she wan get hit now
Writer(s): Daniel Khan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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