Refugee

Ayy, pull up, Lam
2Ezzy on some other shit

I'm poppin' a seal in Barney's
I'm signin' a deal with a sharpie
I went to sleep smokin' on a Backwood and I'm burnin' the carpet
I grew up in vacant apartments
They pressin' up pills, retarded
They don't even care if niggas steady dyin' from it
They just floodin' the market

Off them drugs, I nodded
I'm with the killers regardless
Don't ask me why I got gun on me
'Cause these niggas be killin' the artist
I fell in love with a darlin'
They steady bringin' up chargеs
Went to sleep with my ankle monitor, goin' dead and I forgot to chargе it

He come from the streets, the darkest (yeah)
Every day sleep with a Barbie (yeah)
He out of my life, he tardy (yeah)
Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' (yeah)
How you get killed when you partyin'? (Yeah)
The streets and the bitches my audience (yeah)
Look at my diamonds they ornaments (yeah)
We turn a killin' into the tournament (yeah)

We get the revenge, it's glorious (yeah)
The two F&N's, I ordered it (yeah)
I'm lovin that Urus, I ordered it (yeah)
She suckin' my dick, I'm recordin' it (yeah)
The police they call him notorious (yeah)
He did a line early (yeah)
I wasn't buyin' jewelery (yeah)
How I'ma bribe a jury (yeah)

I live in designer stores (yeah)
I drink outta Styrofoam (yeah)
He takin' them Percocets (yeah)
I hate that he died alone (yeah)
I'm leavin' them snakes alone (yeah)
I'm leavin' them fakes alone (yeah)
The homicides gettin' solved (yeah)
I'm leavin' them jakes alone (yeah)

Cut my homie off (yeah)
He a custo (yeah)
If I go broke (yeah)
Turnin' cutthroat (yeah)
We don't cut dope (yeah)
Can't save a slut though (yeah)
He got two headshots (yeah)
What he got rushed for? (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan
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