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Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm feeling tangled I don't want these hoes to come around
I'm fighting all my demons, I found a jit It's time to stomp him out
We ran the paper, he dropped the low We wipe shrimp jit off the map
It's like I got a cloak, assassin creed I creep up with the stealth
I have a 30 ball, it's on my hip I call it dirty Steph
I do this by myself, don't need no help, yeah, I got mental health
I'm crossing through the path, you feel my wraith, bitch, I don't care about math
Baddie on my lap, like Ahna mac, we rubberband all the racks
Speaking cap, won't give you dap, cause y'all will slow me down
I'm bringing all the hounds, they in the pound, it's time to free them out
Remember bitches left me in the past, they drop me like the dead
And all I see is red, I don't fuck with feds, I don't geek up off the meds
Baby, give me head, I feel depressed, releasing all my stress
I'm trying to be the best, not feeling less, yeah, I gotta pass the test
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I gotta pass the test
I'm tired of these pests, they like to fest, raid them down till they confess
You better get the ref, I don't get no pass, little bitch, I'm on your ass
Like I'm fast and furious, delirious, nah, jit, I'm serious
But, but, I got people looking behind they back, they ah be curious
Cause I don't give a fuck about no sherm ah, niggas critic
But now I am back up on my block, I'm chilling in my city
I don't care about nobody trying to bring me that pity, yeah
I was trying to make the play for 50, huh
I'm fucking on your baddie while she sipping on some Whitney, huh
I be with the bitches all the time, my chain be blinging
Then I had to break it down, I swear to God, the little bitch seeking, huh
But you know I pulled up on my deacon
He looked at me, he said, you only coming for a reason
I asked him, what the hell, there's so much God and fuck is sinning
He told me, people don't put God first, they focus on the winning
So bro, you have to work up on yourself, don't be no hoarder
I'm crossing through the countries all the time, I hit the borders
The streets ain't got no structure, no more bitch, there ain't no order
I'd rather chase the bag, I don't even care if it's a quarter
So bro, shit, I am alone
But I'm in my zone
Bitches always blowing up my fucking phone
I swear to God, I don't know what I'm doing wrong
Miss my brother
He was motherfucking brudda
I be thinking about 23
Smoking on a loose leaf