Chrome Hearts
I'ma choose from right or wrong
I ain't wrong
And even tho she fuck me good
I still ain't know her
And ima have to tell her off
Like I ain't know her
And this ain't on no Billie Jean
But ima poet
Oh I had to run from me
Hundreds in my pockets while I ride the scene
Glocky on my hip I know they tired of me
But shorty fuck me good I know she proud of me
I had stains on my heart like I was drinking bleach
Smoking cookie I could find somewhere to finally breath
With no money in my pockets that went hard for me
Ain't need no back up with them niggas I go off for me
They heard gunshots out that coupe that was that ARP
Putting that ticket on his head that's awfully steep
She don't need love no more that's what I'm saying
Ain't love for me
I can't even think about that no more Thats how it's gotta be
Dreams to hard I'm having that's why I even gotta catch my sleep
They be saying you going to hard
You gotta get some Z's
PG why you out upping the stakes?
Cuz ain't no stopping me
Get em out my way cuz I don't need them
They be blocking me
Can't no man judge me god
But sometimes hearing demons
I'ma choose from right or wrong
I ain't wrong
And even tho she fuck me good
I still ain't know her
And ima have to tell her off
Like I ain't know her
And this ain't on no Billie Jean
But ima poet
Oh I had to run from me
Hundreds in my pockets while I ride the scene
Glocky on my hip I know they tired of me
But shorty fuck me good I know she proud of me
I had stains on my heart like I was drinking bleach
Keeping that fire
Niggas be looking at me like I did something crazy
But ima survive
PG don't play wit these niggas
Okay knocking him down
And doing it all with a smile
Burgundy his tee, get it styled
I can't play bout that no child
Got blood on my hands
That's they man's
Who is you gone call?
I'ma make him dance til it jam
I need what's mines Uncle Sam
I'ma choose from right or wrong
I ain't wrong
And even tho she fuck me good
I still ain't know her
And ima have to tell her off
Like I ain't know her
And this ain't on no Billie Jean
But ima poet
Oh I had to run from me
Hundreds in my pockets while I ride the scene
Glocky on my hip I know they tired of me
But shorty fuck me good I know she proud of me
I had stains on my heart like I was drinking bleach
I ain't wrong
And even tho she fuck me good
I still ain't know her
And ima have to tell her off
Like I ain't know her
And this ain't on no Billie Jean
But ima poet
Oh I had to run from me
Hundreds in my pockets while I ride the scene
Glocky on my hip I know they tired of me
But shorty fuck me good I know she proud of me
I had stains on my heart like I was drinking bleach
Smoking cookie I could find somewhere to finally breath
With no money in my pockets that went hard for me
Ain't need no back up with them niggas I go off for me
They heard gunshots out that coupe that was that ARP
Putting that ticket on his head that's awfully steep
She don't need love no more that's what I'm saying
Ain't love for me
I can't even think about that no more Thats how it's gotta be
Dreams to hard I'm having that's why I even gotta catch my sleep
They be saying you going to hard
You gotta get some Z's
PG why you out upping the stakes?
Cuz ain't no stopping me
Get em out my way cuz I don't need them
They be blocking me
Can't no man judge me god
But sometimes hearing demons
I'ma choose from right or wrong
I ain't wrong
And even tho she fuck me good
I still ain't know her
And ima have to tell her off
Like I ain't know her
And this ain't on no Billie Jean
But ima poet
Oh I had to run from me
Hundreds in my pockets while I ride the scene
Glocky on my hip I know they tired of me
But shorty fuck me good I know she proud of me
I had stains on my heart like I was drinking bleach
Keeping that fire
Niggas be looking at me like I did something crazy
But ima survive
PG don't play wit these niggas
Okay knocking him down
And doing it all with a smile
Burgundy his tee, get it styled
I can't play bout that no child
Got blood on my hands
That's they man's
Who is you gone call?
I'ma make him dance til it jam
I need what's mines Uncle Sam
I'ma choose from right or wrong
I ain't wrong
And even tho she fuck me good
I still ain't know her
And ima have to tell her off
Like I ain't know her
And this ain't on no Billie Jean
But ima poet
Oh I had to run from me
Hundreds in my pockets while I ride the scene
Glocky on my hip I know they tired of me
But shorty fuck me good I know she proud of me
I had stains on my heart like I was drinking bleach
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Writer(s): Paige Gamboa
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