It's a body - Bipolar
It's a body, tell her call me Raé Raé
I don't let her call me Papi, I was outside with the ga-yang
Niggas pulled that knife on me and I ain't ra-yan
Bullets flying through the air this ain't no batara-Yang
Smoke bitch
Wipe yo whole family off the map, how you gone cope bitch?
God telling me to chill I'm on that cold shit
Punch out, punch in simultaneously on that Cole Shit
Bitch it's a body like I'm Chess, I'm on that grown shit
I bet you wishing they had killed me on that road bitch
I bet you wishing Mack had let that gun blast huh?
I bet you wishing they let urple beat my ass huh?
I bet you wishing I had snitched on TK
I bet you had a smile on yo face
Nah fuck that, running through the hood
I had to stop fucking these hoes, cause these bitches ain't no good
She keep a smile on my face and I can't wait to lay that wood
I'm bout to hit em' with that
Minka
Monka
Luka Doncic
You niggas tripping?
Shotgun suge, I'm bout to tap yo pockets
Hayden Christensen
Anakin to Jumper, ima finish him
Leave em in the middle of the canyon if he bitching it's
It's a body, tell her call me Raé Raé
I don't let her call me Papi, I was outside with the ga-yang
Niggas pulled that blick on me and I ain't ra-yan
Bullets flying through the air this ain't no batara-Yang
Visualize it
Then go get it
I don't waste anytime with, fuck niggas on my end
Them niggas ain't my friends
Mama told me that I'm him
My brother he told me, my trust to give God it
I had a dream and looked the Devil in the face, damn
I had a dream and seen my brother on fire
I had a dream and seen my niggas getting shot man
Somebody tell me why my mind in dire straits
I'm trying to find the root of all this stress
I'm trying to find the root of all this hate
I'm tryna maneuver through the days where I don't feel well
Tryna find the strength to thank god that I'm still here
Shit all these dreams they be getting to me paranoid
They been adding feelings to me, got me tryna fill a void
Dreaming that I'm sick and in the hospital
That my body said fuck you, it ain't optional
So this a letter to my God, Jesus Christ
I'm asking you to save my mind and to save my life
Because I'm always scared to go to sleep at night
I'm always afraid that I won't open my eyes
So I'm asking that you open 'em for me
God i'm asking that its faith and not hope in there for me
David Raé Shawn
Ain't no way I'm destined for this greatness to be gone
I promise I'm gone change my ways nah this ain't a song, yeah this a psalm
I don't let her call me Papi, I was outside with the ga-yang
Niggas pulled that knife on me and I ain't ra-yan
Bullets flying through the air this ain't no batara-Yang
Smoke bitch
Wipe yo whole family off the map, how you gone cope bitch?
God telling me to chill I'm on that cold shit
Punch out, punch in simultaneously on that Cole Shit
Bitch it's a body like I'm Chess, I'm on that grown shit
I bet you wishing they had killed me on that road bitch
I bet you wishing Mack had let that gun blast huh?
I bet you wishing they let urple beat my ass huh?
I bet you wishing I had snitched on TK
I bet you had a smile on yo face
Nah fuck that, running through the hood
I had to stop fucking these hoes, cause these bitches ain't no good
She keep a smile on my face and I can't wait to lay that wood
I'm bout to hit em' with that
Minka
Monka
Luka Doncic
You niggas tripping?
Shotgun suge, I'm bout to tap yo pockets
Hayden Christensen
Anakin to Jumper, ima finish him
Leave em in the middle of the canyon if he bitching it's
It's a body, tell her call me Raé Raé
I don't let her call me Papi, I was outside with the ga-yang
Niggas pulled that blick on me and I ain't ra-yan
Bullets flying through the air this ain't no batara-Yang
Visualize it
Then go get it
I don't waste anytime with, fuck niggas on my end
Them niggas ain't my friends
Mama told me that I'm him
My brother he told me, my trust to give God it
I had a dream and looked the Devil in the face, damn
I had a dream and seen my brother on fire
I had a dream and seen my niggas getting shot man
Somebody tell me why my mind in dire straits
I'm trying to find the root of all this stress
I'm trying to find the root of all this hate
I'm tryna maneuver through the days where I don't feel well
Tryna find the strength to thank god that I'm still here
Shit all these dreams they be getting to me paranoid
They been adding feelings to me, got me tryna fill a void
Dreaming that I'm sick and in the hospital
That my body said fuck you, it ain't optional
So this a letter to my God, Jesus Christ
I'm asking you to save my mind and to save my life
Because I'm always scared to go to sleep at night
I'm always afraid that I won't open my eyes
So I'm asking that you open 'em for me
God i'm asking that its faith and not hope in there for me
David Raé Shawn
Ain't no way I'm destined for this greatness to be gone
I promise I'm gone change my ways nah this ain't a song, yeah this a psalm
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