Letras
Willyynova ghost the last toast before you getting shot
Sleep deprivation got me twisted off the triple cross
The London Tipton Terra chauvinism
Nigga gone know you next to get it
Too cold with this better vision Ohhhh shit
Triggered by the moment get to reminiscing Code switch
Tryna translated the language trippin on some old bitch that wasn't worth the kid
Promise I'm a smoke the whole shit before it's over with
Chosen but a bad plan a fold it like a broken hip
Broken chips social 12 wasn't slapping on the rist
We was in the holding
We all had a plate to eat but it weren't rigatoni
I was settled in the sacrament back a head
Hit it with the acronym You Adam's Apple activist
You cap as shit like Catherine
I pull up to the function everybody say what's happening
Fohnem called a stripper and he got some shit to dabble with
Party life a double helix living out this rapper shit
Now we line dance from Casinos mix the piff risk
Enough chest pain mental straining to the tethered fate
Heavy as it gets and when I drop
Never featherweight
Temperatures gone raise but when in doubt I'm known to separate
Full court SMOTHERED with the stick drift
Wait a minute for the smoke to clear
Stear with stick drift car full of ozium we on some big shit
Feet kick lounging shit astounded with a bench press
Promise im that nigga fuck who ever ain't that friendly bitch you thought it was
Took too many stabbings to the back to show yall niggas love
I done came so far all that to gain ain't just to give it up
Pushed me to my very last
Eyes start to tearing but it's beauty and it's not a act
Acting like that needled didn't poke you that's a fair attack
Games of the mind victim played where the shame is had
Nice nigga faze a simple twitch enough to take em back
Paying for the damage sleepless craze of what could make em mad