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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald K Parker Jr
Gerald K Parker Jr
Songwriter
Keke Lay
Keke Lay
Songwriter

Στίχοι

I got some demons trapped inside but I don't think nobody knows it
I don't mean to let em slide but when I'm angry I show it
I keep this FN on my side, don't gotta shoot but I tot it
And you can look me in my eyes and see the pain that I cope with
Watch a hater act surprised saying I capped that I wrote this
I ain't gotta feed you lies, this music shit, yeah I'm on it
Think I'm shy until you meet this Uzi clip, now I'm stuntin
And **** faking like they love you and they think you don't know it
And **** hate to see that I ain't gotta rent the whip, bitch I own it
I got trauma in my heart, ****
Vengeance on my mind but still blind to any opposition
Tryna steal my shine like that's mine
Now go ahead and show these pussy **** how you grind, ke
Like go and show them why your flow so hard to find, ke
Like go ahead and show them why there's more than just some rhymes, ke
Like I ain't flexin' but I do this all the time, G
And if you lookin' for the smoke, you can find me
Sittin' back, rollin' up some dope, sippin' wine, G
Hit the blunt, then I fuckin' choke, shit
That reminds me of all the times I had no fuckin' hope
You know the vibes, B
Show em why we dope, speak your mind, C
I can show you how to run it up, stack that shit times three
I'm in the hood, bitch, you know where to find me
I'm only pressed about the dream, so you don't gotta remind me
Bitch, I wear the ski mask, **** bout to get shysty
Bitchin', I'm the realest, you not
You a op, you a cop, you can't come to the block
I know some **** that'll sell you out just to get drop
I know some **** that'll snitch on you just for a drop, yeah
**** don't want it, I got guns, I got clips
And I don't like the Uzi, but that shit little, it rip
I let it go with both hands, I drive the whip with my knees
And these **** mad, bein' broke is just a disease
I'm just gettin' cash, I can show you how to get a bag
Run it up on you **** and laugh
I miss shit you never seen before
Realest **** recordin', ****, just press record
I went through pain that you never seen
Fill em up with hot shit, gasoline
When I light it, ****, the flow excitin
It's enticin' the way she shakin' her booty, I kinda like it
That's why I got money on my mind
Been through so much pain that I keep money on my mind
I swear that shit'll change, cause money on my mind
I'm always grindin', tryna make a change, cause money on my mind
Funny how I had some change, these **** changed like loose change
But I can't complain, I just do my thing
I'm scrollin' on Instagram, and it's funny how they mood changed
Huh, like, boy, just let me know why you playin
You want some bullshit
All my **** stay bout it, we on that ford shit
Huh, try to run up, I dot it, empty that full clip
Huh, think he stuntin'? Rewrite it, we on some more shit
Hit that lil' bitch in his stomach and make him more sick
Huh, got him seein' three colors just like the fourth hit
Huh, told me put down the ganji, bitch, I adored this
Huh, I'm so high, you can't find me, land at your door, bitch
Holy fuckin' shit, I think I'm the shit
I just got Cuzzo on the mix, now we all a legit
We about to blow up in this bitch, straight up out the blitz
Usually I'm all about a vibe, but this the opposite
****
Written by: Gerald K Parker Jr, Keke Lay
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