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Shorty I been feeling stuck lately, up daily, I don't give a fuck baby Blue but on my BB shit the melodies I pluck crazy Feel like pushing up daisies, prolly cause I huff Sadie Sally seen me spit so she been knowing my tongue crazy I on't bang or nothing but my brothas say my stuff brazy I need something better, my best just ain't enough baby Said she with her man but when he cut she finna update me, huh Hit rock bottom banged a 180 Pollen and the rum made me Gotham and a drum raised me Vill and Em that's Slum Shady I been going dumb lately Tell em get fucked then pay me Tell em I don't budge or break see I'm a bloodshed baby Hope they upset, hate me cause I'm up next I could body any mother fucker up on Funk Flex Lately when I spit I hear them strings and sounds of trumpets Only time I stopping is when Travis say enough said No I ain't a shooter but I murder when I touch led White tee and the chucks red Lightning in the cup said he Mike he got that Jumpman Pray to God they keep my brother out of cuffs man Look, I'm Bruce Wayne, Bruce Banner Blue Face, few cameras Way I bless em with these gifts Dawg you would think I knew Santa Getting reckless when I spit I had to set a new standard But the messaging persist I get busy do damage Old money, new manners Flow mud, Louisiana Shook my faith in the above to see my brother deal with cancer Seen my mother crying young, I prayed but couldn't find the answers Told my girl about my cuts and all I heard from her was laughter Seen my family dealing drugs And my family in cuffs Guess the lesson of it was my ass just best be running faster They gon love you when you on And they gon love you when you gone But at my darkest for the dawn I ain't see love I saw anger I'm a product of abandonment This should serve as proof as shit you didn't know he had in him Dressing up they talk I see its hollow like a mannequin Cause I keep getting better and those doubts just keep on vanishing, Poof- Just call me Harry Houdini Dawg I'm scary you see me, I'm prepared it's too easy I'm a level 5 bomb threat Death defying conquest Can't be held responsible I said that I was on edge I'm problematic and I'm on deck Step behind the plate it's automatic Barry Bonds-esque
Writer(s): George Roblin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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