Miss The Rage

Ayye
I feel like I'm missing the rage
I just be stacking my chips I ain't talking bout Lays
Bad lil bitch in the club I was pulling her braids
You talk down on the net then I'm catching a fade
I get on my knees and I pray
Yung Drippy Dri imma be the goat one day
The way that I ball on these niggas I'm feeling like James
I still cannot believe my day one niggas switched up for a lil bit of fame

Yeah, cooling with my niggas on the block, sipping wock
All I really gotta do is up the glock, bodies drop
The dread in my head look like a mop
Bad lil bitch she a bop
And I cannot talk to the cops I ain't LBJ I don't flop

I feel like I'm missing the rage
I just be stacking my chips I ain't talking bout Lays
Bad lil bitch in the club I was pulling her braids
You talk down on the net then I'm catching a fade
I get on my knees and I pray
Yung Drippy Dri imma be the goat one day
The way that I ball on these niggas I'm feeling like James
I still cannot believe my day one niggas switched up for a lil bit of fame

Why that bitch nigga tried to run from the blick?
Down bad I was up on my dick
You talk down get hit with the stick
Still stay with my brother like Lilo and Stitch
Member days I was up in a ditch
Now I cool on the block with you bitch
Yung Drippy Dri getting rich



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Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
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