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Дата випуску: 04.02.2021
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Public |
I’m causin' a moshpit |
I’m still jokin' in public |
Go get a re-up and drop hits |
I cannot be watchin' the clock tick |
For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route |
Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong |
But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now |
I’m just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial |
Didn’t learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |
Straight facts |
Hatin' when they ask for a ticket in that straight cash |
Was runnin' kind of late, I had to put it in the waist bag |
Meet me in the corner, I’ll be waitin' by the grey van |
Got a new shawty that I’m linkin' on the way back |
I swear she comin' different, she be something I can gaze at |
But love is like tryna find a needle in the haystack |
She know when she around me I just tan it like a spraytan, tan, tan, tan |
Well, I’m too sick, lately, I’m too slick |
They be like, «You stupid,» when they all stupid |
Stay around some shooters, innit, I group with |
Stay away some loose lips, innit, they sink ships |
Lately, I’m only tryna write all of my rhymes (I'm only tryna write) |
Leave a message and I’ll hit you back tomorrow |
I kickback, spin it, I smoke my spinach |
I might go be near that main stage |
I’m causin' a moshpit |
I’m still jokin' in public |
Go get a re-up and drop hits |
I cannot be watchin' the clock tick |
For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route |
Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong |
But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now |
I’m just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial |
Didn’t learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |
Always on the faster lap, grew up with no father, ahk |
My booze and my knife and my prayer were my starter pack |
I was watchin' Art Attack when Nanny had a heart attack |
I think that’s why I’ve always picked my fights with a larger man |
Look at what the summer did, look at what the summer done |
Took away my brothers young, I’m feelin' for my brothers' mum |
All becuh' your brother try ride, have your brother rubbed |
If my brother’s gonna face time, got my brother’s son |
My mind do suffer, my life too gutter |
I copped the Max Gucci in my Nike shoes, runner |
I miss my gunner, they miss few summers |
He step out on his own and his knife, two brothers |
Knife, few hammers, I choose choppers |
Then I shoot copper, define you squatter (Uh) |
Shit, if the music dead, then I’m croppin' it |
First time I seen a brother dead, I learned from it |
I’m causin' a moshpit |
I’m still jokin' in public |
Go get a re-up and drop hits |
I cannot be watchin' the clock tick |
For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route |
Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong |
But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now |
I’m just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial |
Didn’t learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |