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Okay Get all this shit out my way It's messy I'm too busy taking your place Just let me I write my own rules to the race I'm petty, I love it Already above it You're heading for trouble A couple of niggas with muzzles Can't tell you the puzzles, spaghetti If I ever utter or stutter, get ready Your head in my hands, damn Now what? How God even found us? Squarepants all around us Stare glass when I'm round 'em Can't take it, man faking Cut the check my fam waitin' Don't want nothing when I'm rich (Let's go!) I don't have a single rock on my neck or wrist Still in this hoe (Let's go!) Outfit black as my fist (It's as black as my fist) I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I get high-low (high-low) I could see that this was coming with my eyes closed (eyes closed) I been counting on the commas, not a typo (typo) Am I psycho? (psycho) Holding baggage like my dad is just a psycho (uh-uh) Fuck niggas need from me? Just wanna switch up my scenery From black to blue to green and back to blue It's that regime, you see Don't want the cream For me, it's just Mona Redeem Sort out my corner for fortunate things I don't need diamonds and Porsches and rings I just need time on the porch with a swing Don't want nothing when I'm rich (Let's go!) I don't have a single rock on my neck or wrist Still in this hoe (Let's go!) Outfit black as my fist (It's as black as my fist) I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' I'm blacking out, I'm blackin' Man I'm sick of flexing, can I vent? I just packed a show out Still ain't paid my fuckin' rent I just sold a show and still ain't made a fuckin' cent, uh That don't make no sense, uh I just called up Dee He sent me heat and I repent I need a big mop (big mop) Contain whole game in a Ziplock (Ziplock) I remain entertained in the gridlock (gridlock) Since eight, I ain't never been okay I got niggas like RHEA, had me wiped due to Kids Bop (Kids Bop) Make the kids watch (kids watch) Why you niggas out of shape? This tip-top, too Gotta make sure her wrist achoo (wrist achoo) It do I'm just blacking out on these niggas, I'm just blackin' I'm just blacking out on these niggas, I'm just blackin' I'm just blacking out on these niggas, I'm just blackin' I'm just blackin'
Writer(s): Dee Lilly, Tyson Coy Stewart, Tyrel Jackson Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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