Rush
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nahhh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nahhh
Why you in a rush?
Aye, aye, uh
Why you in a rush?
Why you in a rush?
Used to be my homie
Now, you tryna off me
What happened to the love?
Thought you had the fòs
I thought you was up
Thought you was lucky
Off-White kicks, I'm naughty
I ain't wearing chucks
My music lively but the drip is a plus
I ain't had no money, I was down on my nuts
I wasn't talking, I was mute
Falling with no parachute
I don't fuck with Gucci but the material kinda lush
I'm lying, I lied but I ain't two-faced
I got it by tying my shoes, laced
In the lari, I got two chases
Rookie compared to my bro, he always do the race
You just a little bitch
Nigga, you a pup
How the fuck it made you feel?
How the fuck it feel to kill?
How the fuck it made you feel?
How the fuck it feel to kill?
I will never know unless you push me
Told you before, I'm that type of killa
Gotta play your cards right I'll tell ya
When I'm all alone I lose my chill, my filter
Blasphemy, how it feel to believe
I'm in too deep, I'm on my knees
CAM transfer to my cousin, just tell me what you need
Tried to be friends with the devil, she told me to be real
And sometimes I be mato, I just be losing my shit
God gave me a kado but I don't know if I'm worthed it
Strapped up with my guitar, Desperado
Snyder Vch on the keys
He was tryna feed his family, you said you smoking on his shit
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nahhh
Why you in a rush?
Aye, aye, uh
Why you in a rush?
Why you in a rush?
Used to be my homie
Now, you tryna off me
What happened to the love?
Thought you had the fòs
I thought you was up
Thought you was lucky
Off-White kicks, I'm naughty
I ain't wearing chucks
My music lively but the drip is a plus
I ain't had no money, I was down on my nuts
I wasn't talking, I was mute
Falling with no parachute
I don't fuck with Gucci but the material kinda lush
I'm lying, I lied but I ain't two-faced
I got it by tying my shoes, laced
In the lari, I got two chases
Rookie compared to my bro, he always do the race
You just a little bitch
Nigga, you a pup
How the fuck it made you feel?
How the fuck it feel to kill?
How the fuck it made you feel?
How the fuck it feel to kill?
I will never know unless you push me
Told you before, I'm that type of killa
Gotta play your cards right I'll tell ya
When I'm all alone I lose my chill, my filter
Blasphemy, how it feel to believe
I'm in too deep, I'm on my knees
CAM transfer to my cousin, just tell me what you need
Tried to be friends with the devil, she told me to be real
And sometimes I be mato, I just be losing my shit
God gave me a kado but I don't know if I'm worthed it
Strapped up with my guitar, Desperado
Snyder Vch on the keys
He was tryna feed his family, you said you smoking on his shit
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Rest In Peace to the dead homie
Credits
Writer(s): Schneideeson Leandre
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