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George Roblin
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Travis Tayfel
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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
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