Fucked Up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Mo' luv
Fucked up
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I gotta show love to the realest
I popped all my enemies
And now I'm a villain
Guess what?
I... don't give a fuck if y'all think it
I'd murder those fuck boys
Just in a minute
Alright
I... got some mula and the livin'
I spend it on the drinks
While I'm lyric twistin'
You were chillin'
On the screen watchin' how I did it
I do this like I mean it
That's why I'll be touring on the city
Three years ago I fell in love
With a bad bitch
Text me a couple days ago
But I cut her shit
Thinkin' 'bout all the shit
I wanna be
It's what I'm now
Y'all were afraid of honesty
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
Do I sound real?
They doubted and asked questions
I'm chasing my dreams
While I trynna get the paper
Do I sound real?
I have' em wondering
I changed the boundaries
But anger grows constantly
Keep... yo' negativity
Outta my way
Your lack of creativity
Fucked what you planned
I keep movin' rappin' and being noisy
I overcame my fears
And now they ain't nothin'
They ain't nothing
Homie, they ain't nothin'
I got a glock forty
With my rhymes loaded
We run this shit
So keep your hands off it
I talk about the city
Not about the money
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
Gotta show mo' luv
Fucked up
Mo' luv
Fucked up
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I gotta show love to the realest
I popped all my enemies
And now I'm a villain
Guess what?
I... don't give a fuck if y'all think it
I'd murder those fuck boys
Just in a minute
Alright
I... got some mula and the livin'
I spend it on the drinks
While I'm lyric twistin'
You were chillin'
On the screen watchin' how I did it
I do this like I mean it
That's why I'll be touring on the city
Three years ago I fell in love
With a bad bitch
Text me a couple days ago
But I cut her shit
Thinkin' 'bout all the shit
I wanna be
It's what I'm now
Y'all were afraid of honesty
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
Do I sound real?
They doubted and asked questions
I'm chasing my dreams
While I trynna get the paper
Do I sound real?
I have' em wondering
I changed the boundaries
But anger grows constantly
Keep... yo' negativity
Outta my way
Your lack of creativity
Fucked what you planned
I keep movin' rappin' and being noisy
I overcame my fears
And now they ain't nothin'
They ain't nothing
Homie, they ain't nothin'
I got a glock forty
With my rhymes loaded
We run this shit
So keep your hands off it
I talk about the city
Not about the money
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
I'm lookin' at my haters
And they're fucked up (fucked up)
They're flexin' every time
They see me roll up (roll up)
I met real dealers
On the trap, tho
My mojo on the top
You betta' show mo' luv
Gotta show mo' luv
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