NUMB FR
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I got a lot on my chest on my mind I got a lot on my chest on my mind, yeah I got a lot on my chest on my mind Nah They really wanna see me go berserk, yo Why? Why they wanna see me go berserk, yeah Why? Why they really wanna see me go berserk Why? Why they wanna see me go berserk? Why they really wanna see me go berserk? Boy I ain't the one to play with I got sticks and I'ma shoot I been going through a lot and now I ain't go shit to lose Ain't got time for any thot, swear to God I'm on a fuse Feel like time is running out, but I still got shit to do Running my route like a running back Tryna find me something new Go ahead beat his ass, get my money back That boy get flushed just like some poo Got a hollow tip with your name on it Lil Glock got a kick with your name on it We turn your ass to pack boy Your ass grass boy You ain't even get no bitches You ain't even get no riches You ain't even got no vision You ain't even go no vision You act like a hoe but you not in the kitchen 'Nother rat in the hole said he buddy but gyping Ghost town go time I get it ripping Lil big Draco really get to kicking They wanna play with my bag They wanna see me just go out sad They wanna see me just go out bad I'm the reason I'ma die not you Nobody gone catch up to me I just be going so fast no you cannot catch up to me I just be going so fast everyday like I ain't go shit to lose Like I got some shit to do Like I got some shit to prove I'm moving real hot in this bitch It's getting real hot in this bitch I'm shooting my shot on your bitch I'm sending my shots at that hit Pick up pack and profit off the flip Nobody really knows all of the shit that I go through I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live Shout out lil Kodak, free Lil Kill Bust his ass, send that Zelle Bust his ass, give 'em hell They really wanna see me go berserk Put in work, go berserk, give 'em hell yeah Give 'em hell Can't control shit in this life Keep your head up, keep it light Swerving left and swerving right Serving heaven shit's so light And I run with 7 run that dice If I hit 11 call me nice They say I'm dressing I look nice But that Smith and Wesson don't play nice It get real cold, it get icy I get real bold, don't try to fight me BOOM BOOM Cut you up in lil pieces feed you to the pigs Those ain't your kicks How you go out sporting fake drip? Eight inner gates shit Always on my plate bitch They all some fake bitches I used to rage with 'em Well, they used to rage with me They know who really be reigning supreme He be looking at God, whatchu mean Boy I carry that rod whatchu mean? Woah woah woah All these niggas fake Slime they bros for pay These niggas really gay I bet they drop the soap on purpose You dumb lil bitch living with no purpose Can't nobody hurt us!
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