Rage

She want to eat me like gummy collisions
Why you come over with bummy intentions
If I shoot I'ma shoot with precision
Hell no I ain't missing
Hope I get forgiveness
Anyways, I'm getting paid
But money can't end the rage

Lied to my face I ain't say a thing
Got stabbed in my back I didn't feel the pain
Like why you would even go against the grain
I should be your big homie if anything
I want Benjamin blues in the frame
She want to come and eat the gang
I do not like to entertain, but when I do they remember my name
High as hell
Crash landing, I'm on a plane
I got gold teeth, gold necklace
Keeping it plain
I get paid for this this, you pray for this
We not the same
Even though I wanna take the risk
Man I done changed

She want to eat me like gummy collisions
Why you come over with bummy intentions
If I shoot I'ma shoot with precision
Hell naw' I ain't missing
Hope I get forgiveness
Anyways, I'm getting paid
But money can't end the rage

Getting paid, Getting paid
Getting paid
Getting paid, Getting laid
Catching plays
Everyday, get high
Count cake
Out the way, in my zone
In my lane

Top floor champagne
How you a P on Instagram, but you wanna be my main
She want me to gas up, but I'm not propane
Want me to fill her basket up
Not talking groceries
If you want you a new candidate
You can go vote me
Up all night I've been trying to add it up
I ain't getting no sleep
Lil shawty dig that I be tatted up
She be feeling on both sleeves
I don't want to deal with rap niggas or they little freaks

She want to eat me like gummy collisions
Why you come over with bummy intentions
If I shoot I'ma shoot with precision
Hell naw' I ain't missing
Hope I get forgiveness
Anyways, I'm getting paid
But money can't end the rage



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Garland
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