Sweet

Guess it's niggas
Out here think I'm sweet
Get up of that phone bull
You got beef
Pull up with that chrome
Since you wan speak
Most these bulls some hoes
Know nun bout me

Yea
2-0-1-5
Gotta reverse back in time
I was slangin iron
Treading wildly on that line
Thinking I'd be fine
Meanwhile shivers down my spine
I ain't built for crime
Ha shit
2-0-1-6
Ain't been out here all that long
But All pro hitting licks
Talking well before theses songs
Was Making dirty chips
Got a problem living wrong
But that's just what it is
Heavens
2-0-1-7
Tore my godamn ACL
Got serverd
N started selling
Wondering what'd
Come of me
Wasn't any telling
And it's times
I often think they coulda
Booked me felon

Guess it's niggas
Out here think I'm sweet
Get up of that phone bull
You got beef
Pull up with that chrome
Since you wan speak
Most these bulls some hoes
Know nun bout me

Great
2-0-1-8
Certainly made some poor choices
But it feels like fate
And I kept on hearing voices
Saying up the stakes
Had a bull really rejoicing
When I pitched some flake

Slide slide
2-0-1-9
Honestly it brings me peace
These fools don't think
I'm fyin
But it fuck these god damn streets
Got bulls that's doin time
Trynna find me that one beat
And hit that golden rhyme

Oh oh
2-0-2-0
Half way through
This fucked up year
Just thought
I'd let you know
My ass TTfuckingG
No cap I'm trained to go
Fuck testing hypotheses
Bih cuz I'm gon blow

Guess it's niggas
Out here think I'm sweet
Get up of that phone bull
You got beef
Pull up with that chrome
Since you wan speak
Most these bulls some hoes
Know nun bout me



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Mundell
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