DEAD OR DYING!

Baby girl tryna stay on my line
But unless it's 'bout bank I ain't down for the convo
Had that little hoe going down in her Volvo
Begging me to get up in her vulva, wooh
Every damn time had a problem, got it solved
We could swing in the club like golfing, uh
Say you doing tricks with the bricks had them flipping like dolphins
Yeah that's cap no arguing

Argumentative an adjective I don't attatch to bitches that I keep my hands up in
I play these bitches like a violin, need a whip so big that I can stand up in

Straight up
Wait up
They don't
Love you
'Til you dead or dying
Grow up

'Til I breath my last, my passion in my tracks
I package perfect raps, I plot my path and map

Walk behind these city walls that's built on sin and built too tall
If Rome can fall then who are we, wait phones calls interrupt my thoughts
Asking when I'm coming back, she want her lips all on my tats

Taste of the good life, giving me a rush like a good fight
Need good pussy for a good night
Know I got good sights
Good at the good byes
Good at getting mistaken for a good guy
Piece of shit
Piece on my hip
Peace a sinking ship
And I ain't saving nothing
When I needed help they wasn't saying nothing
So when they come back bitch I ain't paying nothing
Yeah they say it's love, that ain't what it was
When you in the dirt they never touch without a glove
Scared of mud
Scared of blood and war
This why I was born, no I ain't scared of nothing

Straight up
Wait up
They don't
Love you
'Til you dead or dying
Grow up

Straight up
Wait up
They don't
Love you
'Til you dead or dying
Grow up

Straight up
Wait up
They don't
Love you
'Til you dead or dying
Grow up

Straight up
Wait up
They don't
Love you
'Til you dead or dying
Grow up



Credits
Writer(s): Logan Richardson
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