Eight

From the Eight and the double F, that's where get left
If he fake, I came from the M, my hustle never ended
I'm with gang, smoking sticky packs, LP we get racks
I'm in pain, but it's pts, no one see my stress
From the Eight and the double F, that's where get left
If he fake, I came from the M, my hustle never ended
I'm with gang, smoking sticky packs, LP we get racks
I'm with gang, smoking sticky packs, LP we get racks

I got some shit that I can't forget, leave it in the past
In my head is where I feel dead, needle in the thread
I don't care, ima stack my bread, kill them all it lead
To the pain that you won't forget, and I don't regret
I don't care, ima stack my bread, kill them all it lead
To the pain that you won't forget, and I don't regret

From the Eight and the double F, that's where get left
If he fake, I came from the M, my hustle never ended
I'm with gang, smoking sticky packs, LP we get racks
I'm in pain, but it's pts, no one see my stress
From the Eight and the double F, that's where get left
If he fake, I came from the M, my hustle never ended
I'm with gang, smoking sticky packs, LP we get racks
I'm with gang, smoking sticky packs, LP we get racks

I don't care, ima stack my bread, kill them all it lead
To the pain that you won't forget, and I don't regret
I don't care, ima stack my bread, kill them all it lead
To the pain that you won't forget, and I don't regret
I got some shit that I can't forget, leave it in the past
In my head is where I feel dead, needle in the thread
I don't care, ima stack my bread, kill them all it lead
To the pain that you won't forget, and I don't regret



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Writer(s): Kausious Sweet
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