Adapted (feat. Baby Lowkey)

Say Dada
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Driving with my eyes closed rolling off this ecstasy
Brodie keep his mask on case you running up to me
And I'm at the top dawg, ain't nobody next to me
Ain't looking to my back dawg, don't care if you after me
She blowing up my phone talm bout she want be next to me
I just wanna fuck, can't be doing all that texting b
Ain't never have no luck, hard work is what this had to be
Ain't never have no love, all the hate is what adapted

Swerving thru the 1 with this blick, it's gon pop off
See a opposition, cock it back and blow his top off
Ain't in no competition, you want beef then you get knocked off
Dead bodies on the pavement, he can't move then he get chalked off

When I needed help, them niggas laughed and they walked off
Now I do my own thang, swerving in my own lane
Member the first lick I ever hit it was a gold chain
Got up off my ass and on my shit, I brought my own chain
Surrounded by some killers who gon blow, I got my own gang
First class to the top, you'll think I got my own plane
And she texted me, why the hell would I want yo dame
Ion need yo feature, Ian leeching off of yo fame

In Miami with them hittas and you know that's where I'm posed to be
You used to be close to me, now you ain't no bro of me
Monster in that heat, yeah I'm sumn like a wildebeest
Monster in that heat, yeah I'm sumn like a wildebeest

Driving with my eyes closed rolling off this ecstasy
Brodie keep his mask on case you running up to me
And I'm at the top dawg, ain't nobody next to me
Ain't looking to my back dawg, don't care if you after me
She blowing up my phone talm bout she want be next to me
I just wanna fuck, can't be doing all that texting b
Ain't never have no luck, hard work is what this had to be
Ain't never have no love, all the hate is what adapted

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Credits
Writer(s): John Joachin Iii
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