Release (Part II)

I'm sick of all yo bullshit and the stuff claim to be
I am not afraid of the
Imma fuck my bitch, I don't wanna sleep
She Pass out on the sheets
Challenging her than I pull out the glicks
Angry as I can fucking be
Slam on the floor and slam on the beat

I ain't mean to be this way I'm bipolar personality
And Honestly I don't wanna see
Rip out my eyes and detach me
Fuck from the back and the ass bouncing
And if you got a sub that shit bouncing
On my shit bitch, I'm free lancing
No mo talk there's no mo hating
And I got love for all the Haitians
Smoke more weed than a Jamaican
We make beats but we ain't looking for no mutha fucking placement
Water displacement, I'm complacent
Back in the days in oh2 basement
Cooking shit up we hope we make
We make fire shit yeah that's on basis

I'm so tired of yo talk and I'm tired of yo shit
Run way from yo problems you gone end up in a ditch
I got me some shooters and I bet you they won't miss
They gone aim em at the face and they gone aim em the lips
They do that shit right there because they heard that you a snitch
I gotta watch you cause the way you move been ignorant
Imma change my flow up quick
Pop a couple pills and shit
Move on with my fucking life and I ain't make it basic shit

Spitting crazy like cobra, stand up to you that's tall order
Assi is sick
So why should I bother
What should I catch a flight or a charter
Change the standard make it harder
Jerry springer you the father
I'm getting big while you still smaller
On the run but no shock collar
I'm so strange man ima bother
Jerry Lawler
Break yo collar
Time no father
Imma get the dollars
Imma baller
You can't call her
Jayson Tatum imma starter
You should call yo back ups for I get this mother fucker popping
I ain't stopping



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Writer(s): Teaugean Crickenberger
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