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Trippen
I wanna go fast, She talking the past
But I'm going to the crib
Spicy S Warned me, He want me to live
Fuck all the variants, They never forgive
Talking bout I cannot breathe
Ironically she's
Suffocating all my needs again
I don't wanna go leave again
Guess that it's back to streets for them
I gotta worry bout me
Said all these niggas that worried bout me
Holding my pocket
They looking for cheese
I Cut em off now
They gon struggle without me
Said they can't do it without me
Maybe it's something about me
I'm in the 10
While you live with 90
I'm to smart for you
& That's why you all spite me
Carry on tho
Niggas is faulty
& Bitches is Salty for them
Caucasian, I think it's a trend
Tik tok keep blowing em in
I thought it was banned?
Worshipping niggas
We Stan
I'm not with the movement
I made different plans
Yeah
Old friends found onlyfans
Baby ghosting like it's a command
Ex's asking like where do we stand?
6ft deep
& I meant to offend
Dead in the tracks if it's over your head
Leave on em read, a nigga is going to bed. Silky, like 500 threads
Wake in the morning
But sometimes it feels like I don't
It's partly cloudy inside of my home
Hard Chard drinking
It's straight to the dome
I'm Feeling myself
Bitches won't leave me alone
Stuck like fish outta water
I don't want ya daughter
I choose on my own Bitch, I'm grown
No socials for only a year
& Staying inside
Is what y'all think, made you all weird?
I promise that's not the conclusion
Wait til I tell em found the collusion
Acting real toxic
Pollution
Spreading these lies
But I know their illusions
Talking real slow
Cause I don't wanna loose em
Yeah
Calaboose
If I had to go choose em
Won't go mingle
I don't like intrusions
Never go out my way to include em
I'm different
I make a new movement
Yeah
Following me
Like I already knew em
Yeah
Verified
If I'm verified
Never checking myself
Bitches, I think they need help?
Not vibing with nothing in place
But a walking fact check maker
A fucking fat check taker
Yeah
I'm tired of waiting on all of these niggas to go
Their moment has passed for sure
You niggas is slipping again
You looking for trends
On Twitter like it was a tour
I'm giving a tour of the crib
They want me to post it
I'd rather just live in
They want me kick it
I Dipped!
Outta town
Rain check
Bouta bitch
In ya feels
Gotta worry, you'll snitch
3 inch heels
& She wobbles to stand
Nine Inch Nails
Used to be in band
Here I am trying make me a band
100 million
Never stop if I can
Proof In the pudding
It's all in the plan
Yeah
To many people done ran on ya man, damn
Always a backup
A six man
Never a shooter
They're sticks
Jam
Balling on niggas
I'm coming for powers
You thought it was Space Jam
People won't get out my space
Man
6 ft apart with no face mask
Nigga's won't give me my space man
I can't relate to these fakes fam
Following bot and they pro
Grammed I'm on the tele
In pro grams and when I get home I smoke
Four grams driving the wheel not in God's hands
Drizzy don told me it's God's plan
Y'all keep on reaching for me again & again
Yeah
Y'all got characters left to get rid of
Parents ain't picking their shit up
Kiddos, but it was stick up
Chasing brotha
With a pick up
Karen
Mixing
We Drinking elixirs
Promise I don't wanna do it
Started it now
So I gotta through it
Momma just hit me
She knows that'll do it
Kobe still with me
I'd die if knew him
Janice still love me
I'm fluent
Brother gon make it
He not even truant
Off of the grid
So they hardly pursuing
I Cannot relate to whatever y'all doing
Yeah!
Click bait
I'm never clicking with them
I need a moment

Killing's always trend
I need a reason why they always amend
I need a reason why they always offend
Inside a forum
Think you bigger than them
Got people thinking that's it's time for the end
Yeah
Maybe I'm one of them?
Yeah



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Writer(s): Malik Jackson
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