318 To 254

Deuce 4
If it fall it fall
Cause I
If it fall it fall
Cause I done starved
For days
Cause I
Mix pain with drinks
Cause I
Need a way to soak my pain
And I had the hard way
Bruises on my heart
Cause I got scared pain
Red pain when I right
My pen sharp with rage
He got demon on his mind
Inside his brain

He got pain in his eyes
He don't cry at all
Told og he gone make it
Plus we all gone ball
Who gone be there
For the kid
When everything fall
Struggled in the trenches
And I still stood tall
If I die then I die
Just go slide if you my dawg
We was tadpoles
Hitting Licks like a frog
At night I couldn't sleep
Gunshots made me calm
My head get to trippin
Roll my weed in my palms

And they gone kick it
When you down
And ride the wave
Big road big pines
That's the 318
I told her make that
Ass clap make them
Tittes shake
All this fuck shit
On my mind
I can't fucking wait
Took meds by the hour
Just to keep my mind right
What you know about
Dying in your dreams everything
Say his soul got holes
So wickedness
I'm from the road
What's happen
What the business is
He got some diamonds
I'm slimy filthy rich
Gotta time it line it
Precision it
No NLE Choppa
Shoot at your roster
I make it sing like
Naaa naaa naaa naaa
Say you want to be baller
Shot caller
Do that thing that I like
Baby
Naaa naaaa naaa

Don't care if it's yo patna
Up with that choppa
And make it go
Raaa raaa raaa raaaa
I was taught strike first
never hesitate
Roll two or three
Woods just to mediate
Feelings in my cup
Steady sipping medicaid
Floating up
Yea
I feel like a featherweight
She never made love
I'm feeling like I'm
Kevin gates
I'm still alive
But I'm dreaming
Bout the heaven gates
Death around the corner
Rylo
Feel it everyday
Bro nem juggin
Bad they just
Found a dirty K
I'm from East temple
That 254
Where it's Fiends
The trap can't move
That slow
Where it's pain
Bullets rain
Can't think that slow
If you gang gang
Better keep that pole



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Writer(s): Kiodney Jenkins
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