The Fiends
The fiends still stand in line in the rain
I don't really got no time to process the pain, cause I bop as if I'm
Diddy 'round any side of the city and I keep some money
I don't hurt nobody I'm just tryna feed my peoples dummy, woe
The red light is like a bubble cause I blew it, I got
Places I should be and I ain't late but I be rushin'
I don't play about my music and I do it for my brothers
I'll get you hit for free n Sypooda did the production
Lor buddy I swear these mufuckas can't sell shit, but Luckee
Handle shit even when his pants held lint, and that's the
Reason why I don't hit a party 'less I'm performing because
I be hitting corners like I'm Alessia Cara in this
Honda, paid off like it survived R Kelly, and that's
On Ricky S C I B L E, my daddy
Had me on this music shit since the age of 5, I started
Bangin' harder than I ever did the day he died, so I just
Keep a steady pace on my way to this shit I'm chasin'
I wrote this shit in the car and recorded it in the basement
And today I walked thru East point and they said I gotta work with Al
Shit like that'll make you feel like all this shit is working now
You catch me on a dirty drum line while I'm unsigned
Just know they gun for me while I just be letting my fronts shine
On bus rides to Cherry Hill, or 3 blocks from 23rd
And Greenmount, I be everywhere, Welcome to Luckee World
Pussy
I don't really got no time to process the pain, cause I bop as if I'm
Diddy 'round any side of the city and I keep some money
I don't hurt nobody I'm just tryna feed my peoples dummy, woe
The red light is like a bubble cause I blew it, I got
Places I should be and I ain't late but I be rushin'
I don't play about my music and I do it for my brothers
I'll get you hit for free n Sypooda did the production
Lor buddy I swear these mufuckas can't sell shit, but Luckee
Handle shit even when his pants held lint, and that's the
Reason why I don't hit a party 'less I'm performing because
I be hitting corners like I'm Alessia Cara in this
Honda, paid off like it survived R Kelly, and that's
On Ricky S C I B L E, my daddy
Had me on this music shit since the age of 5, I started
Bangin' harder than I ever did the day he died, so I just
Keep a steady pace on my way to this shit I'm chasin'
I wrote this shit in the car and recorded it in the basement
And today I walked thru East point and they said I gotta work with Al
Shit like that'll make you feel like all this shit is working now
You catch me on a dirty drum line while I'm unsigned
Just know they gun for me while I just be letting my fronts shine
On bus rides to Cherry Hill, or 3 blocks from 23rd
And Greenmount, I be everywhere, Welcome to Luckee World
Pussy
Credits
Writer(s): John Scible
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