Children of the Corn
Ain't have no where to go so we just post up in the field
They sending too much hate thought i could take i need a shield
I never been the type but if i got to I'm a steal
Have you ever went through the day with no meal
These niggas ain't no killers if you push them they a kill
You running from that gunfire dont feel like its real
Addicted to the drama hoes they do it for the thrill
You trynna get some followers I'm trynna get a mil
Some devil kids like we the children of the corn
You want some hoes lil nigga but yo ass still watching porn
Have yo creator ever wished that you was never born
I try to fix it but my heart and shit is always torn
Im racing shit he jam the breaks i swerve and hit the horn
I lost my nigga ain't no grieving stage i always mourn
Its raining hard the lighting strike wont make it through the storm
Dont listen to that shit tell you you was misinformed
Your lying in my bed i left I'm hiding
Peep my drip you see he's biting
Wont argue tired of fighting
Me and bro we
Ain't have no where to go so we just post up in the field
They sending too much hate thought i could take i need a shield
I never been the type but if i got to im a steal
Have you ever went through the day with no meal
These niggas aint no killers if you push them they a kill
You running from that gunfire dont feel like its real
Addicted to drama hoes they do it for the thrill
You trynna get some followers im trynna get a mil
Swervo
They sending too much hate thought i could take i need a shield
I never been the type but if i got to I'm a steal
Have you ever went through the day with no meal
These niggas ain't no killers if you push them they a kill
You running from that gunfire dont feel like its real
Addicted to the drama hoes they do it for the thrill
You trynna get some followers I'm trynna get a mil
Some devil kids like we the children of the corn
You want some hoes lil nigga but yo ass still watching porn
Have yo creator ever wished that you was never born
I try to fix it but my heart and shit is always torn
Im racing shit he jam the breaks i swerve and hit the horn
I lost my nigga ain't no grieving stage i always mourn
Its raining hard the lighting strike wont make it through the storm
Dont listen to that shit tell you you was misinformed
Your lying in my bed i left I'm hiding
Peep my drip you see he's biting
Wont argue tired of fighting
Me and bro we
Ain't have no where to go so we just post up in the field
They sending too much hate thought i could take i need a shield
I never been the type but if i got to im a steal
Have you ever went through the day with no meal
These niggas aint no killers if you push them they a kill
You running from that gunfire dont feel like its real
Addicted to drama hoes they do it for the thrill
You trynna get some followers im trynna get a mil
Swervo
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Writer(s): Dionte Owens
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