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Turned Out
by Faaathom
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Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out
My mentality was burned out
So only thing left is, burn loud
But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out
That’s on bible, bible (Yeah nigga)
Death to my rivals, rivals (Despair nigga)
Now we up like a high note, high note (Air nigga)
Now my music going psycho, psycho
Blunt like a big toe
Ego like I’m 6’4”
Passed on a pistol
But hands like Gogo
Fire breath like Iroh
Stand on my pride doe'
It’s Faaathom till it’s death door
Fuck it, like it’s Death Row
I don’t think you get it
I been at it for a minute
So I need my recognition
I ain’t even playing with ya’
Ain’t gon’ hold you
I done told you I’m a soldier
You don’t notice
You gon’ notice
When I up the fucking numbers on your bozos
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
You don’t like it, we don’t fuck with you man, man, man
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out
My mentality was burned out
So only thing left is, burn loud
But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out
Low down dirty nigga with some ambition
You some hometown small niggas out here tripping
I’m with deep town, uptown real fucking niggas
Here’s the low down, real truth, you ain’t fucking with us
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
You don’t like it, we don’t fuck with you man, man, man
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out
My mentality was burned out
So only thing left is, burn loud
But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out
That’s on bible, bible (Yeah nigga)
Death to my rivals, rivals (Despair nigga)
Now we up like a high note, high note (Air nigga)
Now my music going psycho, psycho
Psycho
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out
My mentality was burned out
So only thing left is, burn loud
But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out
That’s on bible, bible (Yeah nigga)
Death to my rivals, rivals (Despair nigga)
Now we up like a high note, high note (Air nigga)
Now my music going psycho, psycho
Blunt like a big toe
Ego like I’m 6’4”
Passed on a pistol
But hands like Gogo
Fire breath like Iroh
Stand on my pride doe'
It’s Faaathom till it’s death door
Fuck it, like it’s Death Row
I don’t think you get it
I been at it for a minute
So I need my recognition
I ain’t even playing with ya’
Ain’t gon’ hold you
I done told you I’m a soldier
You don’t notice
You gon’ notice
When I up the fucking numbers on your bozos
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
You don’t like it, we don’t fuck with you man, man, man
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out
My mentality was burned out
So only thing left is, burn loud
But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out
Low down dirty nigga with some ambition
You some hometown small niggas out here tripping
I’m with deep town, uptown real fucking niggas
Here’s the low down, real truth, you ain’t fucking with us
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
You don’t like it, we don’t fuck with you man, man, man
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out
My mentality was burned out
So only thing left is, burn loud
But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out
That’s on bible, bible (Yeah nigga)
Death to my rivals, rivals (Despair nigga)
Now we up like a high note, high note (Air nigga)
Now my music going psycho, psycho
Psycho
I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend
Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end
Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends
