Sanity
Sanity done made this beat got me losing my sanity
I'm becoming the man that I planned to be
Everybody been screaming my name but it's just cause they fans of me
Thought these niggas was real but they ran on me
Give a fuck bout that shit I ain't tripping, ain't no looking back, you know that I keep it pushing
Got to watch for these niggas, the ones that say they got your back, catch yo ass while you not looking
I was the one that was there, I had you gave you my heart, when you had no heart cause they took it
And I swear that these niggas be bitches, be beefing bout bitches but don't want the beef when it's cooking
And they claim that they solid, they loyal, they really be lying, they reading out loud when they booking
Ain't sliding with niggas I slide by myself cause these niggas be punked out by guns, they be shooken
Yea I took the wrong bitch to Ruth Chris yea I guess I mistaken
Yea these thoughts in my head leave me aching
I was blowing that stick for a lick had me jumping and shaking
Shawty rocking my world, left me quaking
Boy you not by the action won't pop when the grease get to baking
We was jacking for frost, you was caking
Yea I pull out the choppa, he leave so I guess I be raking
Bitch I'm beating the light, fuck the break and some mo shit
These niggas on poor shit
Bitch you be on defense and you ain't got no motion
Been traveling, coasting
I ain't the type nigga be bragging and boasting
Cream wood got me floating
Fuck, I'm sick and I'm tired
I leave a fuck nigga dead, leave a Whole Lotta Red bitch I die for my guys
I got this stick on my side and we play on y'all ground and I bet that we slide
I don't give a fuck bout flag, we taking yo shit, let it hang out the ride
Y'all niggas be acting, y'all bitches, y'all sweet, hah, y'all niggas be pie
Bitch I feel like I'm Tron cause i'm whipping with Unky, hah, ain't no Sam or I
With the gang bitch it's do or you die
Social anxiety, bitch I ain't shy
Four years later, can't believe you gone
Fuck, I still wonder why
I just be hurting myself when I'm thinking
Keeping me up from my sleeping
Don't fuck with these niggas, I stay in the house every weekend
But I'm off of these drugs and i'm geeking
Finna pop me a eddie, I'm ready, I go and I'm steady
Celebrate when i'm done, no confetti
I been tryna give up but the people round me, they won't let me
Shoutout gang and my twin, they my besties
Shout out Ma thinking sharp, add a chete
Best believe I know niggas with niggas who trap out the deli
I been smoking on loud so i'm smelly
Seen you fuck with them niggas, you know how I get I be jelly
I'm becoming the man that I planned to be
Everybody been screaming my name but it's just cause they fans of me
Thought these niggas was real but they ran on me
Give a fuck bout that shit I ain't tripping, ain't no looking back, you know that I keep it pushing
Got to watch for these niggas, the ones that say they got your back, catch yo ass while you not looking
I was the one that was there, I had you gave you my heart, when you had no heart cause they took it
And I swear that these niggas be bitches, be beefing bout bitches but don't want the beef when it's cooking
And they claim that they solid, they loyal, they really be lying, they reading out loud when they booking
Ain't sliding with niggas I slide by myself cause these niggas be punked out by guns, they be shooken
Yea I took the wrong bitch to Ruth Chris yea I guess I mistaken
Yea these thoughts in my head leave me aching
I was blowing that stick for a lick had me jumping and shaking
Shawty rocking my world, left me quaking
Boy you not by the action won't pop when the grease get to baking
We was jacking for frost, you was caking
Yea I pull out the choppa, he leave so I guess I be raking
Bitch I'm beating the light, fuck the break and some mo shit
These niggas on poor shit
Bitch you be on defense and you ain't got no motion
Been traveling, coasting
I ain't the type nigga be bragging and boasting
Cream wood got me floating
Fuck, I'm sick and I'm tired
I leave a fuck nigga dead, leave a Whole Lotta Red bitch I die for my guys
I got this stick on my side and we play on y'all ground and I bet that we slide
I don't give a fuck bout flag, we taking yo shit, let it hang out the ride
Y'all niggas be acting, y'all bitches, y'all sweet, hah, y'all niggas be pie
Bitch I feel like I'm Tron cause i'm whipping with Unky, hah, ain't no Sam or I
With the gang bitch it's do or you die
Social anxiety, bitch I ain't shy
Four years later, can't believe you gone
Fuck, I still wonder why
I just be hurting myself when I'm thinking
Keeping me up from my sleeping
Don't fuck with these niggas, I stay in the house every weekend
But I'm off of these drugs and i'm geeking
Finna pop me a eddie, I'm ready, I go and I'm steady
Celebrate when i'm done, no confetti
I been tryna give up but the people round me, they won't let me
Shoutout gang and my twin, they my besties
Shout out Ma thinking sharp, add a chete
Best believe I know niggas with niggas who trap out the deli
I been smoking on loud so i'm smelly
Seen you fuck with them niggas, you know how I get I be jelly
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Writer(s): Kian Garrett
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