A.O.S PT I (Intro)

You know
You know I had my best friend in the studio
Wit me and shit
I was smoking on gas and I was got damn
Had to feel like
I had to make me a lul pain song cause
These niggas wasn't really fucking with me
In the beginning
So now I gotta give em
Something to listen to
Gotta give em my lul story
How I came up
Let's Go

You got my cell
But you leave me on read
You see my messages on Instagram but
Leave me on seen
I felt addicted moving slow
I'm moving slow off the lean
I know the baby she ain't mine but
I felt Billie Jean
I told em
God forgive me
I been drinking Henny
Driving boats
Before I fuck
I pop a pill and
Now she calling me the Goat
These niggas they be hating
Got my name all in the dirt
My new bitch bad and bougie
All she do is
Stay at home and work
Tried to stop taking these beans
Then I poured me up some lean
That shit help cope with the pain
Turn these Nightmares into Dreams
Now I'm waking up
On the Eastside yeah I'm fresh and clean
Know some shooters in the A cause
They was riding wit them beams
Riding wit them beams
Wit them junkies and some feens
Know some girls who do some molly
Know some girls who do some clean aye
I been up ten days straight
On them beans
I need a break
Daddy call me on the phone
He looking up the drugs I take
When I was locked down
They wasn't around
They act like I owe em something
I'm minding my bidness
Counting these digits
Can nobody tell me nothing
Bitches gone choose
Niggas gone loose
It always gotta be something
They love when you down but
Hate when you up
Thats why I keep on stunting
Stunting aye why I keep on stunting
Fourth Down we gone score
You other niggas yawl be punting
Let's Go yea
Mama crying on the phone
She say she had no bail
Got some niggas who still doing time
Cause they ain't never tell no no
Smoking on this kush
I need an edible
Fuck that man I swear
I need some medical
Just found out
Most of these niggas Federal
Homosexual that's technical
Uh that's technical
I know some girls
Who had my heart
I wish em well but
I ain't sharable
Smoking on this kush
I'm getting head and
Now I'm sitting back
Looking up at God
I know my life is so incredible
You got my cell
But you leave me on read
You see my messages on Instagram but
Leave me on seen
I felt addicted moving slow
I'm moving slow off the lean
I know the baby she ain't mine but
I felt Billie Jean
I told em
God forgive me
I been drinking Henny
Driving boats
Before I fuck
I pop a pill and
Now she calling me the Goat
These niggas they be hating
Got my name all in the dirt
My new bitch bad and bougie
All she do is
Stay at home and work
Tried to stop taking these beans
Then I poured me up some lean
That shit help cope with the pain
Turn these Nightmares into Dreams
Now I'm waking up
On the Eastside yeah I'm fresh and clean
Know some shooters in the A cause
They was riding wit them beams
Riding wit them beams aye
They was riding with them beams
Know some shooters in the A cause
They was riding with them beams
Riding with them beams uh
Riding with them beams aye
Shooters in the A
They was riding with them beams 1K

You know shit had to do this shit
The Jay Way Paid N Fly aye
Long Live all my fallen solders yea
From the Tre to the A M.I.A
Houston Texas Vegas



Credits
Writer(s): Monta Hunter
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