UNDERNEATH
My girl's perfect, I'm praying that she never leave
And we got trust,
I can't lie I ain't trust my ex wouldn't cheat
I'm a cold hearted dog and I've been cut right off the leash
Might be in love, I can feel all the hatred from underneath
I'm making it happen, I do not believe in dreams
RIP my idol, he OD'd off pills and sippin' lean
Tryna get into my bag so I can give back to my team
Come get your girl, she was lit at the party actin' a freak
Don't take no weekends off,
even though I over worked the week
And I don't walk around alone I keep that toolie in my jeans
You a fed so you can't get my plate, no you don't get to eat
Get hit in your head if you keep talking
like you came up from the streets
Pull up to the function like
"What's up with it?"
It's a cold world, keep my pole,
you know that I'm clutching it
If it got a brain and a heart then I ain't trusting it
Spend a check at the mall I don't care bout what the budget is
And I ain't tryna die young,
I'm already checking my bucket list
I ain't with the drama,
if it's rumors we are not discussing it
I've seen friends switch up,
if you fake then I be cutting it
If I feel threatened with that toolie
then you best believe I'm busting it
And if you do me dirty once then its over,
there's no discussing it
And my choppa do 'em dirty
I could show you what disgusting is
You should know I pull up hot,
looking fresh just like the oven is
My brodie riding with that drum,
he probably feel like Jackson Cullen is
The snakes showing me what fake is
We ain't letting squares in the circle
cause you a shapeshift
Lately I ain't feel in touch like I was in the Matrix
If I say, "I love you,"
then I mean it, I can't fake it
Dropped a check with my friends, to take a vacation
Triple four is on my chain and the pendant is stainless
If he talking on my bro I smoke him like Jamaicans
Your shorty in my DMs saying she like my fragrance
Ayy yea,
And I ain't playing
Pistol hit him hard, it leave him leaking on the pavement
Aim it at his homie and I bet he get to shaking
Get the money, get it quick
'cause me and my brothers impatient
Some of my bros committing crimes
but promise 12 will never trace it
Only thing I ever knew was to get it up out the basement
That boy said he want a feature,
got no cash, can't get no placement
I could put it on my mama that my bro gon' get to spraying
I ride with demons, ain't no angels in my circle,
we ain't praying
And we got trust,
I can't lie I ain't trust my ex wouldn't cheat
I'm a cold hearted dog and I've been cut right off the leash
Might be in love, I can feel all the hatred from underneath
I'm making it happen, I do not believe in dreams
RIP my idol, he OD'd off pills and sippin' lean
Tryna get into my bag so I can give back to my team
Come get your girl, she was lit at the party actin' a freak
Don't take no weekends off,
even though I over worked the week
And I don't walk around alone I keep that toolie in my jeans
You a fed so you can't get my plate, no you don't get to eat
Get hit in your head if you keep talking
like you came up from the streets
Pull up to the function like
"What's up with it?"
It's a cold world, keep my pole,
you know that I'm clutching it
If it got a brain and a heart then I ain't trusting it
Spend a check at the mall I don't care bout what the budget is
And I ain't tryna die young,
I'm already checking my bucket list
I ain't with the drama,
if it's rumors we are not discussing it
I've seen friends switch up,
if you fake then I be cutting it
If I feel threatened with that toolie
then you best believe I'm busting it
And if you do me dirty once then its over,
there's no discussing it
And my choppa do 'em dirty
I could show you what disgusting is
You should know I pull up hot,
looking fresh just like the oven is
My brodie riding with that drum,
he probably feel like Jackson Cullen is
The snakes showing me what fake is
We ain't letting squares in the circle
cause you a shapeshift
Lately I ain't feel in touch like I was in the Matrix
If I say, "I love you,"
then I mean it, I can't fake it
Dropped a check with my friends, to take a vacation
Triple four is on my chain and the pendant is stainless
If he talking on my bro I smoke him like Jamaicans
Your shorty in my DMs saying she like my fragrance
Ayy yea,
And I ain't playing
Pistol hit him hard, it leave him leaking on the pavement
Aim it at his homie and I bet he get to shaking
Get the money, get it quick
'cause me and my brothers impatient
Some of my bros committing crimes
but promise 12 will never trace it
Only thing I ever knew was to get it up out the basement
That boy said he want a feature,
got no cash, can't get no placement
I could put it on my mama that my bro gon' get to spraying
I ride with demons, ain't no angels in my circle,
we ain't praying
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Writer(s): Damien Sullivan
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