Had It Comin

Nurse I need morphine
Morphine and Turkey Sandwich now

Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance

Let me tell you something about me
I'm the real under dog in this shit
I ain't never ask for shit
Nobody ever gave me shit nigga
Straight up
Ok fuck it

Yeah
Give me some room
Before I make room
Little ass boy I got it it's on
I heard they said
Off with his head
Nigga had dreads
Them bitches is gone
Don't hate the game
Hate how you play it
Don't hate the fame
Hate how you made it
Moved out of state but I'ma still mail it
Yeah I'm about to pray
But it ain't no telling
You know you can't bring everybody ain't ready
You know you can't eat everybody spaghetti
I'm not the one nigga you smell me
Yeah I got to run but hit me on my celly
Bitch where you from
I'm just a resi
Bitch I got bond money it's ready
And we got guns
And we got machetes
2021 we living in the belly
She want to talk to me bout Dr. Sebi
And still remind me that she want them Giuseppe's
She ride that dick like she trying to get preggy
She want a son and I want a presi
Fuck having fun
I want the fetti
I put parmesan
On my spaghetti
Cheese

On the corner of Pine Hills road yeah
Right there on Claracona Cove yeah
You can't control yeah
Which way the wind gon blow
I bought a Mac to blend in
Now my skin on glow
Yeah
Heard you out here getting to them racks
My nigga stay hungry
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all beef
That's why I don't be saying nothing
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all beef
That's why I don't be saying nothing
Tell me how I'm even suppose to grieve
If them niggas had it coming
What
How I'm suppose to grieve if them niggas had it coming

Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
You had it coming
You had it coming
Had it
Had it

Bust down my chains
Now I feel like a slave
But if this rap shit don't work
I'ma slow down and save
Trying to give back to the hood
So I'm back in the hood
Just like back in the day
They ain't paying me good
But I'm good either way
To live and die in LA
Plot thickening
Niggas get more shots from a Glock then a syringe
Your a prop on the set of a movie called Armageddon
Trying to save us from a plot
That we already in
I'm on top trying to crop niggas in
Put the crock to the pot
I was poppin shit then
Suck my cock and don't reply to DM's
You want to be a BM or cry in a Benz
What

Right there on Claracona Cove yeah
You can't control yeah
Which way the wind gon blow
I bought a Mac to blend in
Now my skin on glow
Yeah
Heard you out here getting to them racks
My nigga stay hungry
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all beef
That's why I don't be saying nothing
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all beef
That's why I don't be saying nothing
Tell me how I'm even suppose to grieve
If them niggas had it coming
What
How I'm suppose to grieve if them niggas had it coming



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Writer(s): Julian Harris
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