P.S.A
This ain't on me
Most of y'all talk
And walk
Like zombies
This ain't on me
Most of y'all stalk
But you ain't beyond me
This ain't on me
I Got my own name
And I run my own game yeah
550 Shit
550 Be me
And my big brother chris yeah
Fuck you talking bout
Ima prove my own name
And head to the south yeah
Keep my name out ya mouth
Y'all Thought it was a drought
Cuz I didn't put shit out yeah
Back better than ever
I never left I just looked into the mirror
Saw shit clearer
I'm the fuckin man yeah
Im the fuckin man yeah
Back better than ever
I never left I just looked into the mirror
Saw shit clearer
Death don't come nearer
This ain't on me
Most of y'all talk
And walk
Like zombies
This ain't on me
Most of y'all stalk
But you ain't beyond me
I been livin life
I been livin right
You can't put a hold
On my fuckin rights
Bitch you gotta slide
Right out my life
I don't got time
For a lullaby
Can't sit around and baby sit
Passenger seat where my baby sit
Check this shit
Papa got a new trick
Middle finger up for the little pricks
I don't got time for a relapse
Recovery in place with a speed snap
Most of y'all slept on me and took a nap
Better wake up boy this shit slaps huh
I been living life I been living right
I been living life I been living right
You can put a hold on my fucking rights
You can put a hold on my fucking rights
Most of y'all talk
And walk
Like zombies
This ain't on me
Most of y'all stalk
But you ain't beyond me
This ain't on me
I Got my own name
And I run my own game yeah
550 Shit
550 Be me
And my big brother chris yeah
Fuck you talking bout
Ima prove my own name
And head to the south yeah
Keep my name out ya mouth
Y'all Thought it was a drought
Cuz I didn't put shit out yeah
Back better than ever
I never left I just looked into the mirror
Saw shit clearer
I'm the fuckin man yeah
Im the fuckin man yeah
Back better than ever
I never left I just looked into the mirror
Saw shit clearer
Death don't come nearer
This ain't on me
Most of y'all talk
And walk
Like zombies
This ain't on me
Most of y'all stalk
But you ain't beyond me
I been livin life
I been livin right
You can't put a hold
On my fuckin rights
Bitch you gotta slide
Right out my life
I don't got time
For a lullaby
Can't sit around and baby sit
Passenger seat where my baby sit
Check this shit
Papa got a new trick
Middle finger up for the little pricks
I don't got time for a relapse
Recovery in place with a speed snap
Most of y'all slept on me and took a nap
Better wake up boy this shit slaps huh
I been living life I been living right
I been living life I been living right
You can put a hold on my fucking rights
You can put a hold on my fucking rights
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Arocho
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