CROOKS.
I ain't choose the rukus b
The rukus chose me
We be posted up in bamboo forests sparking up profusely
Ain't never passed a blunt to nobody who ain't close
If you ain't been passed in a while then just know that you been dead to me
My boy always out here giving free tech to these waman
The crows be listening but in the end they always stagnant
Bitch I'm thru with yo shenanigans
Shit weaker than yo only fans
Hoes got me feeling infernal
Send me to the flames fye again
Lil' bitch
The problems postulating how to replace the time we wasted
Secured by enemies it's steadily making y'all complacent
Act like you got it alone then pass it to me so I can face it bitch
You cry when you on yo own ain't no replacing this hoe
Tip toe
The world is ending fast
Judgement day is coming are you good or are you bad
What about that time you killed that adolescent lad
Or when you robbed a bank because your mind has turned you mad
What about the voices going on inside your head
The ones that tell you always how you're better off dead
The ones that make you think the thought of copper through your head
Rukus gang forever yuh we coming for this bread
Billion bands on my back
Bury me i'm blue
Bought a big ass van and put a spoiler on the roof
Imma get this money with my niggas on it too
We gone shut it down best get to packing sudawoo
Linger and fall
I'm just tryna be festive
What the fuck will it take for you to pickup the message
Every mind breeds sorrow
This is how we've been blessed
I guess you only live once till the big guy resets it
Lost boy in this shit
We believe in this shit
Goes hard as the nut that you see from my dick
My life is all fucked why'd you lead me to this
Jit damaged as fuck make em' bleed from the lip
Remember the days that I'd fiend for a kiss
Nowadays I'm just mad and I fiend for a lick
Bust down the dam doors and I shoot from the hip
Bust hard like i fuck and it shoot from my tip
God dam
Good riddance to your pockets
Not for profit then the mothafuckas scram
Issa trap
Soon as a nigga catch you lacking
Get to scrapping till somebody take a nap
I pity the demons residing in me
It's the reason I'm fiending for splendor in trees
Like treasure chests buried deep down in the sea
This sand covers land bliss is buried in leaves
The rukus chose me
We be posted up in bamboo forests sparking up profusely
Ain't never passed a blunt to nobody who ain't close
If you ain't been passed in a while then just know that you been dead to me
My boy always out here giving free tech to these waman
The crows be listening but in the end they always stagnant
Bitch I'm thru with yo shenanigans
Shit weaker than yo only fans
Hoes got me feeling infernal
Send me to the flames fye again
Lil' bitch
The problems postulating how to replace the time we wasted
Secured by enemies it's steadily making y'all complacent
Act like you got it alone then pass it to me so I can face it bitch
You cry when you on yo own ain't no replacing this hoe
Tip toe
The world is ending fast
Judgement day is coming are you good or are you bad
What about that time you killed that adolescent lad
Or when you robbed a bank because your mind has turned you mad
What about the voices going on inside your head
The ones that tell you always how you're better off dead
The ones that make you think the thought of copper through your head
Rukus gang forever yuh we coming for this bread
Billion bands on my back
Bury me i'm blue
Bought a big ass van and put a spoiler on the roof
Imma get this money with my niggas on it too
We gone shut it down best get to packing sudawoo
Linger and fall
I'm just tryna be festive
What the fuck will it take for you to pickup the message
Every mind breeds sorrow
This is how we've been blessed
I guess you only live once till the big guy resets it
Lost boy in this shit
We believe in this shit
Goes hard as the nut that you see from my dick
My life is all fucked why'd you lead me to this
Jit damaged as fuck make em' bleed from the lip
Remember the days that I'd fiend for a kiss
Nowadays I'm just mad and I fiend for a lick
Bust down the dam doors and I shoot from the hip
Bust hard like i fuck and it shoot from my tip
God dam
Good riddance to your pockets
Not for profit then the mothafuckas scram
Issa trap
Soon as a nigga catch you lacking
Get to scrapping till somebody take a nap
I pity the demons residing in me
It's the reason I'm fiending for splendor in trees
Like treasure chests buried deep down in the sea
This sand covers land bliss is buried in leaves
Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Morris
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