Fury

Sitting in my room tryna think abt what to write, never stratal da fence I just do what is Right
Talking to my baby or kickin' it by my lonesome, do sum good n ppl think that you owe Em
On the phone Choppin it up wit Big Bria, asking her why folks play wit me uh
My exes think I love em girl you ain Kee Kee uh, on da track wit Kodah I think I might Drop that Beamer
My team really goated n we really do dis you kno it, don't even gotta say it dem skills They showing
I might jus get you sick bc when I spit it's flowing, never gon sit its only up from here n We Goin'



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Writer(s): Braelon Mitchell
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