Creme Soda
Let's not pretend, you was fake from start to end
I can't stress nobody numb off the meds
I cannot let nobody get up in my head
Trapped in this blizzard might as well bring my sled
So rack up get bread
Just rack up instead
Mess around I send shots coming straight for your head
I don't even want a glizzy on my hip I ain't scared
Used to pain and getting played so just try me I don't care
I can't repent no more just left in the past
I don't need nobody they can't even keep it stacks
Say I just rock out slide with it on my side
Then I walk out slide katana on my side
Blah blah blah, I just don't care don't waste my time
And I'm Combat Sambo, he don't want that he tucked a nine
He be like na na na na, Shadow spittin like all the time
And when the times changed up, everybody got switchin I seen the signs
They ain't on my side
Katan on my side, even when I ride
Nonstop, kept on trying never drop
Must be more to this than what's been coming
Let's not pretend, you was fake from start to end
I can't stress nobody numb off the meds
I cannot let nobody get up in my head
Trapped in this blizzard might as well bring my sled
So rack up get bread
Just rack up instead
Mess around I send shots coming straight for your head
I don't even want a glizzy on my hip I ain't scared
Used to pain and getting played so just try me I don't care
I just don't care
I can't stress nobody numb off the meds
I cannot let nobody get up in my head
Trapped in this blizzard might as well bring my sled
So rack up get bread
Just rack up instead
Mess around I send shots coming straight for your head
I don't even want a glizzy on my hip I ain't scared
Used to pain and getting played so just try me I don't care
I can't repent no more just left in the past
I don't need nobody they can't even keep it stacks
Say I just rock out slide with it on my side
Then I walk out slide katana on my side
Blah blah blah, I just don't care don't waste my time
And I'm Combat Sambo, he don't want that he tucked a nine
He be like na na na na, Shadow spittin like all the time
And when the times changed up, everybody got switchin I seen the signs
They ain't on my side
Katan on my side, even when I ride
Nonstop, kept on trying never drop
Must be more to this than what's been coming
Let's not pretend, you was fake from start to end
I can't stress nobody numb off the meds
I cannot let nobody get up in my head
Trapped in this blizzard might as well bring my sled
So rack up get bread
Just rack up instead
Mess around I send shots coming straight for your head
I don't even want a glizzy on my hip I ain't scared
Used to pain and getting played so just try me I don't care
I just don't care
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Writer(s): King Quinones
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