Finish Line

Been woke a week, X in my teeth, the Lord on yo' side
Bitch I don't fight, my mood swing and both of y'all died
I been hearing voices all my life it's time to pick a side
Yeah I took his life, stupid ass wasn't getting mine
Blast, blow that badge in the grass I ain't getting time (hold up)
Catch bodies, not colds, I ain't feeling fine
Never know when death coming so I picked a time
Race war, shooting white bitches at the finish line
Loud mouth nigga, shit get quiet when that blick come out
Whack my hoe, whack myself, I got it figured out
Too high to get it up but I'll up, and blow a pussy down
Just slit my fuckin throat and pills start spilling out, bitch
I did everything I wanted, I can die now
Power to my people, still knock a nigga lights out
Been tryna die for years but you gon' do it right now
I'm jealous, finna put yo' ass to sleep then I might lie down, damn
Getting sucked by my demon feeling godly
Go make me a bowl of pills hoe I'm starving
Last nigga ran his fucking mouth, died talking
Throwing hands with my main bitch I don't argue, nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Robinson
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