Infected
Requested message
I ain't normal to them
Making Theories
Work it's ESPN
You Nigga's ghosting
Gotta
E V P em
I See the homie's
I just never see em
In fact, I hardly greet em
See em again
It's kinda nice to meet em
Gym shots, & Car lots
It never happens less you show the TL
You tell the world your BS
Their watching back like "Do Tell"
They're more like Zombies
Always partial dead
Eating at ego's
Til they Fall off
Kellog's
Frosted Flake
Know they wanna see me Dead in the Streets
They say they dead over me
I see em peeping
More Affectionately
I think they love me, Lowkey
Support is there
Even in Hate
At least they hating on me
Love it all
I'm never picky with the shit that they bring
Slander is Slander
If you speaking on me
I Stay at work til like 3
Never taking shit too
Personally
I gotta kiddo that I'm raising
& Some mouths that I feed
Please believe
Who the fuck we kiddin?
Y'all nigga's choking Or you never are winning
It's like you tie to go win it
Petty on Petty
Thought someone's really having your children
You nigga's acting like children
You never reaching your ceiling
Stepping forward
Hit a bump
& Then you probably start reeling
Adversity like a villain
Adversity know I'm killin
It's not to fuck with me
& If does
When then, I guess we'll fucking see
X-Factor, CMC
You not gon stomach me
You not gon run on me
This not for fun for me
Degree in front of me
I told my momma I'll get it
Wants my future set for me & I'm with it
If I'm out, then I'm fitted
Either singing these tunes
Or make a classic in minutes
I'm making 30 an hour
Working's never the mission
I close a case & I got em
35 in commission
These people want me so bad
I told em sign a subscription
You nigga's getting too old
I'm filling out your prescriptions again
Get off my dick
I never want you claiming
It's just the shit that you selling
It either stinks or you playing
You either dead or your laying
I need some patience with people
These niggas hear what I'm saying
I hate to post it in threads
That's the only way they read nowadays
Even then it's way to hard
Cause they cannot speak nowadays
Green Dot up in the corner
Beginner Level
These niggas really talking to me
We on different levels
Forreal
I ain't normal to them
Making Theories
Work it's ESPN
You Nigga's ghosting
Gotta
E V P em
I See the homie's
I just never see em
In fact, I hardly greet em
See em again
It's kinda nice to meet em
Gym shots, & Car lots
It never happens less you show the TL
You tell the world your BS
Their watching back like "Do Tell"
They're more like Zombies
Always partial dead
Eating at ego's
Til they Fall off
Kellog's
Frosted Flake
Know they wanna see me Dead in the Streets
They say they dead over me
I see em peeping
More Affectionately
I think they love me, Lowkey
Support is there
Even in Hate
At least they hating on me
Love it all
I'm never picky with the shit that they bring
Slander is Slander
If you speaking on me
I Stay at work til like 3
Never taking shit too
Personally
I gotta kiddo that I'm raising
& Some mouths that I feed
Please believe
Who the fuck we kiddin?
Y'all nigga's choking Or you never are winning
It's like you tie to go win it
Petty on Petty
Thought someone's really having your children
You nigga's acting like children
You never reaching your ceiling
Stepping forward
Hit a bump
& Then you probably start reeling
Adversity like a villain
Adversity know I'm killin
It's not to fuck with me
& If does
When then, I guess we'll fucking see
X-Factor, CMC
You not gon stomach me
You not gon run on me
This not for fun for me
Degree in front of me
I told my momma I'll get it
Wants my future set for me & I'm with it
If I'm out, then I'm fitted
Either singing these tunes
Or make a classic in minutes
I'm making 30 an hour
Working's never the mission
I close a case & I got em
35 in commission
These people want me so bad
I told em sign a subscription
You nigga's getting too old
I'm filling out your prescriptions again
Get off my dick
I never want you claiming
It's just the shit that you selling
It either stinks or you playing
You either dead or your laying
I need some patience with people
These niggas hear what I'm saying
I hate to post it in threads
That's the only way they read nowadays
Even then it's way to hard
Cause they cannot speak nowadays
Green Dot up in the corner
Beginner Level
These niggas really talking to me
We on different levels
Forreal
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