Lyrics:
Praying till I'm prayed out won't bring him back
They say my life is amazing
Funny been a question kinda wonder how I made it
Forest Gump and I got
something
And you better not back down for nothin
If you do you get put inna oven
We have him swinging both ways like joe budden
Fucked a bitch and she
needed
Self respect, you really should protect
The energy you show in return it can’t be less
You better by yourself If she don’t treat you with Respect
rock with us
This for the moshpitters
Bang bang Godzilla
Michael Jackson not thriller
Point em out Ill kill em
Name one Im realer
Never been Seinfelder
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about
told her shit is on my mind and it's been eating me
She got me pissing in a cup, she don't believe in me
It's not the drugs that got me out of my zone
(Candence hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe)
(Yeah, Marjorie over there, with her perm, she looks really cute, and her little like outfit, that little sweater
was 15
Got my second car by the time I was 16
Young nigga but I'll still tag you with that 17
Still trippin off them percs nigga is it over yet
Remember
tokes
Not a lot of time goes by then I'll suck on mad toes
Hit her from the back, this bitch is whack
Eat her out again, she gotta tell me when
Drove her
'cuz I got up?
And then I'm going back and forth with Ransom
Shit came out of nowhere, was real random
According to him, I'm responsible for Jerz too
planet is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify senses
Crossfire miss my little daughter by inches
time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine's
But this time they just ain't letting me get by
Fuck I'm finna do with this shit now
Damn I know
operate
[Joe Budden]
Yo
Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
Cause they all become
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
separate ways
He was going to meet his boss and she was going home to stay
With her daughter since she didn't feel like staying out alone
But her husband
that they was him
'Cause when I walk in that building, nigga
I be fresh as fuck
Nigga don't really wanna test with us
Really nigga don't wanna flex with
She really turned the mother out
I like the way they do it up in Harlem
When there's a party up in Harlem
That's what it's all about
Ain't nothing
sorry I didn’t call
Apology not accepted, but we still fuck in the morn
Know you deal with depression, and I’m out dealing with drugs
You stressing over
Whenever she calls
He always talks like a baby
It is obvious
They have got him by the balls
I hate you when you talk like that
I wish you would act
with my teeth
First Imma go…
Go hard
First Imma…
Woah, oh
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck with my mask on
Oh…
Like my name is Jason
Oh
out my dip slipped the ese a tip
Approached this chick to see what's happenin
Her reaction was like, she the biggest thing since The Jackson's
I froze,
pocket watching like it's a talent
In the jungle, had to struggle, any help was really absent
My future is the M's and the Benz
I don't need friends, hate
him with a uppercut, then his head came off
Stop annoying me, this feel like harassment
Bullets hit his head, skull broke into fragments
Niggas just be
.jpg/220px-Zooey_Deschanel_of_She_&_Him_@_Mercy_Lounge_04_(cropped).jpg "She & Him")
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