They Ain't My Bruddas
Young Harry
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No they ain't my bruddas Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win I ran up some money Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo feelings My mind it can't function Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took I'm not being funny Trust me Give me two years 100 bands for to book me Pussy Look into my eyes and tell me what you see Losses to victory why I rock Louis V Abusing xanny bars blame my anxiety Smoking this cigarette hope I ain't dying yet But a mf tired My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that Grind like a monday on friday If I ever tweak on you just blame it on side effects And I know that shit ain't right dawg Hate me cuz I shine with the lights off Shittin' on my haters I need me a diaper I ain't even try how the f*ck I went viral Huh listen this what different between me and you To the microphone I speak the truth I was sad but I still made 10 bands Running outta chances God giving hangmen Talk to the devil I'm shy to say amen Why I'm off beat right now I'm on xanax Need another one like Dj Khaled Pussy rapper dickriding knew he was a faggot Feds hot still trapping Bank account it keep stacking All this money don't panic Walk in the market with 10 bands tryna f*ck on the cashier Ay I need my credit like soulja boy They copying my songs bar for bar Abusing drugs my pain avoid it You pop pills to look cool do that shit for clout Eenie meenie miny moe which bitch Ima f*ck Our sex over when Young Harry cum F*ck staying sober I turnt to a junkie Still serving Oh Ah Bitch tell me what you see inside my eyes I been hearing voices is it cuz I'm high Paranoia came around with side effects I got alot of problems money can not fix No they ain't my bruddas Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win I ran up some money Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo feelings My mind it can't function Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took I'm not being funny Trust me Give me two years 100 bands for to book me Pussy Look into my eyes and tell me what you see Losses to victory why I rock Louis V Abusing xanny bars blame my anxiety Smoking this cigarette hope I ain't dying yet But a mf tired My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that Grind like a monday on friday If I ever tweak on you just blame it on side effects Tell my bitch stop crying I ain't got time for that You better stop tripping tell me what the problem is Just get to the point I'm tired of fighting I'm tryna avoid it Pick up my brudda call when I'm fucking Talk to the devil I don't go to churches I rap in cursive they don't understand me Brand new purchase it's givenchy Freaky bitch say put a baby inside her She don't know I'm crazy think I'm a coward The reaper want me so I clutch on my bible Pop all these pills cuz it brought me more power Smoke all these cigarettes by the pack I seen more caskets then graduation hats I'm outta my body on these drugs I can't go to college I'm a dropout I'm zombiewalking he prolly hiding behind his laptop Hating on me Know the feds be watching I can't even hide it This cash 10 bands right now on me Know they wanna cancel me I ain't dumb And I know they wanna put me under We all human we all bleed But f*ck that boy he ain't getting no money Can't chill not even on a sunday Ah Pop pills for my anxiety On God He got caught trapping so I serve his customers Know he hate to see Young Harry run it up Use to shit on me I got more followers Tell that boy he better hurry and follow up I did what I could for em guess it ain't enough It got to the point I don't even give a f*ck No they ain't my bruddas Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win I ran up some money Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo feelings My mind it can't function Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took I'm not being funny Trust me Give me two years 100 bands for to book me Pussy Look into my eyes and tell me what you see Losses to victory why I rock Louis V Abusing xanny bars blame my anxiety Smoking this cigarette hope I ain't dying yet But a mf tired My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that Grind like a monday on friday If I ever tweak on you just blame it on side effects
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