play dead
And I been damaged soul in the mud
Pull my skin down, got her soul in my lust
In a rush
Everybody know it's hush hush
Keep my shit low, it's a must when I rush up in the cut
Nobody seeing me today
And I don't need to hear what they say
If I could, not today
Stuck with the lost, hesitate
And it's all in my way
It's all in my way
Fuck is you doubtin, talk
Aint nobody sell they walk
Damage all they want
Damage all they got
Damage all they got
I deserve what I keep
How we move close
I can't breathe
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
I get back to my ways
Hollow I go for my pay
I leave home for the dead
Bitches ain't knowin they place
Why the fuck you say, I'm out of lane
I'm out of brain
Why don't you talk to me
Why don't you talk to me
Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
We goin keep the money staked up
Friends dead
I ain't playin with my set, like my last act
Pull my skin down, got her soul in my lust
In a rush
Everybody know it's hush hush
Keep my shit low, it's a must when I rush up in the cut
Nobody seeing me today
And I don't need to hear what they say
If I could, not today
Stuck with the lost, hesitate
And it's all in my way
It's all in my way
Fuck is you doubtin, talk
Aint nobody sell they walk
Damage all they want
Damage all they got
Damage all they got
I deserve what I keep
How we move close
I can't breathe
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
I get back to my ways
Hollow I go for my pay
I leave home for the dead
Bitches ain't knowin they place
Why the fuck you say, I'm out of lane
I'm out of brain
Why don't you talk to me
Why don't you talk to me
Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
We goin keep the money staked up
Friends dead
I ain't playin with my set, like my last act
Credits
Writer(s): David James
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