The Fye

I don't know why I- try

Pick a side, we could all die- fire

we gon all lie by the 9

It goes on , and then on, and then on, and then on

Thought you was mine, the type to the ride- slide

You ain't my kind, then I can't mind, the vibe

You ain't my guy , them bullets fly for fly

They go on and then and then on and then on

I don't wanna feature

I don't want the fit

don't want no movie theater

Baby like it onna disc

My shit been bootleg that's Ironman 08

Coppin fake

Pop ya face , if **** talkin bout my sway

The way I walk without it

Some sinners sorry for Some fathers often walkin out cribs

My **** often rowdy

**** often hot then Austin

We crashin all the parties

Ain't no vibe unless I walk in

Got the bitches watchin

**** lost they mind

To survive , do a crime , inna night

Never silence

I been onnat grind , bend a spine , free ya mind, How you only thinking violence

Tell me that you need me but then ya leave

Drank too much , money all around , Smokin too much weed

Tried some shrooms , and now it ain't no rules I been too intune

To move ,

need some screws tightened

Need my life enlightened

Need yo pretty face

Need yo skinny waist

Need a 8f to the space

To stop the voices talkin

Voices wallin

Boy gon start a riot

thoughts of suicide

But I got vibes

I just know ya rock wit

Feelt ain't my time , but in due time , I leave you wit some knowledge

Know you can't be mine , but In due time I want you feelin proper

Proper fittied for yo soul

Proper fitted for them fiends

Money gettin hard to hold

Money gettin hard to leave

I'm jaded , look at my face I'm faded

High off a lie

Im often low