Fugazi
Mesmerized
Niggas living off of lies
Swear they strapped
But tuck and roll
When it's ride or die
There for the Phantom
But ghost when it's homicide
Running from the clique
Then your bitch ass gets ostracized
Too familiar
Do it for my holmes like taxes
We La Familia
If I got killed
Who the fuck see murder and isn't down for they niggas?
You ain't gotta up that bitch if you don't bang
Just uppercut that bitch till you knocking at they brain
Yeah
Cause that's expected when you gang
Shit
Why you surprised?
You don't know me
My niggas last hope
I gotta do this for my homies
Shake the Earth
And I'm fucking up the Richter
Scale a building quick
Just to sail the ceilings quicker
Isaiah on the mic
I gotta ball for my sister
Think you IT
You ain't nothing but a clown
That last line corny and I ain't even proud
But, I'm like Penny cause it's magic in the clouds
Or, I'm like Penny in this Nightmare
At least I got Dijonay
Always gets me out a sticky situa
Tell me why you always in this bitch fronting
Acting like you something
We know you ain't did nothing
Fake famous on the gram
Tell me how you winner
Fake flex a weird flex
You ain't you on ya twitter
Bossing up before you ready that's just fame doom
I seen a flower bloom in dark
That's the shade room
And I ain't into this
Ya back turned and then they snap that photosynthesis
Ya crash land into the World's star
With 20 million plus witnesses
Trending like you famous
And you feeling this
But they just want you for your presence like Christmases
Now you mad
Shoulda been paid
Tripping
But nothing happens overnight like next day shipping
Or turning out a chick who just got done stripping
Traveled half the world in a muthafucking minute
Left a pole to touch the other one get it?
I'm just blue checking
Tryna verify
What's important nigga
I don't tell a lie
Guys sipping on that tea
Got me terrified
Tell me is you sus man?
I'm just tryna clarify
Tell me why you always in this bitch fronting
Acting like you something
We know you ain't did nothing
Fake famous on the gram
Tell me how you winner
Fake flex a weird flex
You ain't you on ya twitter
Nah you ain't you on twitter
Uh huh
Niggas living off of lies
Swear they strapped
But tuck and roll
When it's ride or die
There for the Phantom
But ghost when it's homicide
Running from the clique
Then your bitch ass gets ostracized
Too familiar
Do it for my holmes like taxes
We La Familia
If I got killed
Who the fuck see murder and isn't down for they niggas?
You ain't gotta up that bitch if you don't bang
Just uppercut that bitch till you knocking at they brain
Yeah
Cause that's expected when you gang
Shit
Why you surprised?
You don't know me
My niggas last hope
I gotta do this for my homies
Shake the Earth
And I'm fucking up the Richter
Scale a building quick
Just to sail the ceilings quicker
Isaiah on the mic
I gotta ball for my sister
Think you IT
You ain't nothing but a clown
That last line corny and I ain't even proud
But, I'm like Penny cause it's magic in the clouds
Or, I'm like Penny in this Nightmare
At least I got Dijonay
Always gets me out a sticky situa
Tell me why you always in this bitch fronting
Acting like you something
We know you ain't did nothing
Fake famous on the gram
Tell me how you winner
Fake flex a weird flex
You ain't you on ya twitter
Bossing up before you ready that's just fame doom
I seen a flower bloom in dark
That's the shade room
And I ain't into this
Ya back turned and then they snap that photosynthesis
Ya crash land into the World's star
With 20 million plus witnesses
Trending like you famous
And you feeling this
But they just want you for your presence like Christmases
Now you mad
Shoulda been paid
Tripping
But nothing happens overnight like next day shipping
Or turning out a chick who just got done stripping
Traveled half the world in a muthafucking minute
Left a pole to touch the other one get it?
I'm just blue checking
Tryna verify
What's important nigga
I don't tell a lie
Guys sipping on that tea
Got me terrified
Tell me is you sus man?
I'm just tryna clarify
Tell me why you always in this bitch fronting
Acting like you something
We know you ain't did nothing
Fake famous on the gram
Tell me how you winner
Fake flex a weird flex
You ain't you on ya twitter
Nah you ain't you on twitter
Uh huh
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Writer(s): Chase Mathews
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