Deer
All my bitches riders, ayy
I don't even gang bang
You know I'm just saying
All my men'll martyr
You know we gon' get ours
Leave you by the flowers
All my thoughts on commas, ayy
Counting theoretical, thinking metaphoricals
All my bitches riders, ayy
All my bitches riders
All my bitches, huh
My company gon' be top team
OLD turn ORE
Refine the never gon' mind you again sound
Well my is the lyrical high with ten down
Rovers on roller roadway: it seems to be the dream
I get bolder everyday we understand what's in our being
Gone brain dead, tell his boy to come and get him
Homeboy said he ain't meant to get offensive
You should know my face on face mean
Consequence is getting dire
You know we gon' see you bleed
On your fucking knees
So you see we mean if you leave
You leave quick without your spine
Carpe diem in my seams
Stitches always got my time
I just see him inside my DM's
He tryna pick a fight
Come PM, you hear the screams
He vanished into the night
But ask me who my grandaddy for real
But ask me how much blood my blood done spill
Only takes a generation to lose your own name
So who the fuck my family really if it ain't the one I made
All my bitches riders, ayy
I don't even gang bang
You know I'm just saying
All my men'll martyr
You know we gon' get ours
Leave you by the flowers
All my thoughts on commas, ayy
Counting theoretical, thinking metaphoricals
All my bitches riders, ayy
All my bitches riders
All my bitches, huh
They say you your daddy's son
I been holding on that crown like I'm the chosen one
I believe that royalty and fame been running in my blood
I just wanna take my fuckin' throne, man I've been rising up
I can see the riches in my future like a sharingan
Ask me why my friend list keep dividing, keep my circle small
Do it for the fam, not doing it for the fame
Tatted on my hand
Blood isn't in my veins
My niggas, they keep me sane
Fuck anything you say
Nigga, we LA bound
Got stamina like a engine, we running on horse power
Come from the fifth dimension
My psyche been so suspicious
Of any clout chasers thinking they kidding me and my niggas, uh
Asking me why my love so real
Ask how much my blood done spill
All these bitches take a bullet to the brain
They would split a vein
I don't gotta say
That's why
All my bitches riders, ayy
I don't even gang bang
You know I'm just saying
All my men'll martyr
You know we gon' get ours
Leave you by the flowers
All my thoughts on commas, ayy
Counting theoretical, thinking metaphoricals
All my bitches riders, ayy
All my bitches riders
All my bitches, huh
I don't even gang bang
You know I'm just saying
All my men'll martyr
You know we gon' get ours
Leave you by the flowers
All my thoughts on commas, ayy
Counting theoretical, thinking metaphoricals
All my bitches riders, ayy
All my bitches riders
All my bitches, huh
My company gon' be top team
OLD turn ORE
Refine the never gon' mind you again sound
Well my is the lyrical high with ten down
Rovers on roller roadway: it seems to be the dream
I get bolder everyday we understand what's in our being
Gone brain dead, tell his boy to come and get him
Homeboy said he ain't meant to get offensive
You should know my face on face mean
Consequence is getting dire
You know we gon' see you bleed
On your fucking knees
So you see we mean if you leave
You leave quick without your spine
Carpe diem in my seams
Stitches always got my time
I just see him inside my DM's
He tryna pick a fight
Come PM, you hear the screams
He vanished into the night
But ask me who my grandaddy for real
But ask me how much blood my blood done spill
Only takes a generation to lose your own name
So who the fuck my family really if it ain't the one I made
All my bitches riders, ayy
I don't even gang bang
You know I'm just saying
All my men'll martyr
You know we gon' get ours
Leave you by the flowers
All my thoughts on commas, ayy
Counting theoretical, thinking metaphoricals
All my bitches riders, ayy
All my bitches riders
All my bitches, huh
They say you your daddy's son
I been holding on that crown like I'm the chosen one
I believe that royalty and fame been running in my blood
I just wanna take my fuckin' throne, man I've been rising up
I can see the riches in my future like a sharingan
Ask me why my friend list keep dividing, keep my circle small
Do it for the fam, not doing it for the fame
Tatted on my hand
Blood isn't in my veins
My niggas, they keep me sane
Fuck anything you say
Nigga, we LA bound
Got stamina like a engine, we running on horse power
Come from the fifth dimension
My psyche been so suspicious
Of any clout chasers thinking they kidding me and my niggas, uh
Asking me why my love so real
Ask how much my blood done spill
All these bitches take a bullet to the brain
They would split a vein
I don't gotta say
That's why
All my bitches riders, ayy
I don't even gang bang
You know I'm just saying
All my men'll martyr
You know we gon' get ours
Leave you by the flowers
All my thoughts on commas, ayy
Counting theoretical, thinking metaphoricals
All my bitches riders, ayy
All my bitches riders
All my bitches, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Tharren Yu
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