Domestic Violence
I'm so clean been in my bag
Thought I filled it with soap
I'm so clean been in my bag
Thought I filled it with soap
Choke filled up her throat
Know I did it with dope
Like coke drip serious
Might flip over the boat
When you call my team
You know me, we get up and go
Daddy bout to go pop
Hotter than the dope spot
Just got the stuff in something like Stove Top
Riding round the city boy you know I got the FOE cocked
If I haven't told you all, It's something you shouldn't know bout
No huh, You don't want the toe to toe, huh
I been moving coast to coast, on my own, never sell my soul
Y'all doing the most
The world is cold the block is hot the good keep dying
Every morning wake up to the sound of sirens
On the edge, I'm on the run but I ain't hiding
All my shit been hitting like Domestic Violence
Another day another dollar
Another war to wage
All we know is how to kill ourselves a hundred ways
Mind running like the blood down my face
Bitter, but after a while you start to love the taste
Feel empty but the cup runneth over
Not talking bout the lean pouring in the soda
Not talking what they preaching behind the Pulpits
Caught in a system we know is broken
Got a daughter imma raise and Mold her
Told her you don't know men's motives
Most wear costumes before October
And keep they masks on when it's over
Love is love and hate is hate
Just Duck down when the gun sound
Imma put food on the plate
Imma make us a way
If got to work all night sun up to sun down
I ain't hard to get
Fuck with family or kids
Y'all going to end up in some shit
And there's some shit y'all just can't fix
Right
The world is cold the block is hot the good keep dying
Every morning wake up to the sound of Sirens
On the edge, I'm on the run but I ain't hiding
All my shit been hitting like Domestic Violence
Another day another dollar another war to wage
All we know is how to kill ourselves a Hundred ways
Mind running like the blood down my face
Bitter but after a while you start to love the Taste
I been grinding up with the sunless days
Feeling like a grand matter fact a 100k
I can get this paper like 100 ways
I can get this paper like 100 ways
I can get this paper like a
I can get this paper like 100 ways 100 ways
Thought I filled it with soap
I'm so clean been in my bag
Thought I filled it with soap
Choke filled up her throat
Know I did it with dope
Like coke drip serious
Might flip over the boat
When you call my team
You know me, we get up and go
Daddy bout to go pop
Hotter than the dope spot
Just got the stuff in something like Stove Top
Riding round the city boy you know I got the FOE cocked
If I haven't told you all, It's something you shouldn't know bout
No huh, You don't want the toe to toe, huh
I been moving coast to coast, on my own, never sell my soul
Y'all doing the most
The world is cold the block is hot the good keep dying
Every morning wake up to the sound of sirens
On the edge, I'm on the run but I ain't hiding
All my shit been hitting like Domestic Violence
Another day another dollar
Another war to wage
All we know is how to kill ourselves a hundred ways
Mind running like the blood down my face
Bitter, but after a while you start to love the taste
Feel empty but the cup runneth over
Not talking bout the lean pouring in the soda
Not talking what they preaching behind the Pulpits
Caught in a system we know is broken
Got a daughter imma raise and Mold her
Told her you don't know men's motives
Most wear costumes before October
And keep they masks on when it's over
Love is love and hate is hate
Just Duck down when the gun sound
Imma put food on the plate
Imma make us a way
If got to work all night sun up to sun down
I ain't hard to get
Fuck with family or kids
Y'all going to end up in some shit
And there's some shit y'all just can't fix
Right
The world is cold the block is hot the good keep dying
Every morning wake up to the sound of Sirens
On the edge, I'm on the run but I ain't hiding
All my shit been hitting like Domestic Violence
Another day another dollar another war to wage
All we know is how to kill ourselves a Hundred ways
Mind running like the blood down my face
Bitter but after a while you start to love the Taste
I been grinding up with the sunless days
Feeling like a grand matter fact a 100k
I can get this paper like 100 ways
I can get this paper like 100 ways
I can get this paper like a
I can get this paper like 100 ways 100 ways
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Writer(s): Choirboy Dank
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