CRACK WOLVES

Ugh
Shit
Yeah, Aye, Yeah

Aye, even on the coldest days I gotta look the hottest
Killing these niggas in coldest ways and just being honest
Niggas got these fake Alexander Wangs, look at me wearing real pradas
Do you mean prodigy's, no I eating enchiladas with some salsa
Cuz I'm back at it, glad bags and flat backs
A pack rat, a crass habit, crash flashing
Scratch that I'm pass rapping
I'ma show off, I am too Bad, no Pat Hackett
I'ma Takeoff, without them dreads and them wack outfits
In a simulation playing Robo Recall while she grip on my drawls
You need balls to deal with god's seagulls and fat nigga free falls
You Kim, you not Biggie Smalls, talk to me you above these laws
All of a sudden, it's black kings driving U-Hauls
And blood on mall walls, shit

I been missing for a minute
Thoughts up while I stay down
Hop up when the pay hit
We "woo woo woo" rock out
Clock runnin' when the Tre hit
They don't talk just watch now
They just watch me, Lasik
10 toes on the top now
I wanna stay but it's hot out
Living my life, I can't stop now
Only ever get a moment
You were shown it
And you dropped out
Chrome heart why you break it?
You was evil tryna take it
We pop up, pop out, pop sum
Drop out, lights out huh
I am hot right now
In a lot right now
They be paying me too much just to talk about
My doubts
Just to talk my fears
And how much I count
Had to tell myself to move better
Almost argued me out
But I need me here
Yeah I need me round
Syki put it all together
Rain or sunny weather
See me out
I'm a product of the tears
That's why the money blue amount
Don't stop here don't stop there don't stop now
Syki



Credits
Writer(s): G. Murray
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