FRMTHDEPTHS
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
I come from the depths of this
Dying planet, still got life in me like
Music did Janet, we making our own
The forehead is branded, bandless bandits
Banging and bitching on pavements
I'm gripping up dangerous, they look
In my eye, they spying the angel
They hearing me talk but who do I
Hang with, root of my mysterious
Used to can't swim now I'm sliding
Penguin, dangling still haven't fallen
Cause something be tangling me
Sangers ain't strangers to peep
People love music I'm fucking the beat
Beautiful moves strict and overruling
Rude? No I ain't I just kick it with peace
Pieces of me leaving marks on ya teeth
Teachers can't teach because I took
the scene, seeing it through til no eyes
Left, successful but ain't been shown to
The crowd, promise I did it on earth
Mother ground, I put it together
So you can pronounce, announcing my goals
No I keep it profound, shout out to P for the
1 50 ounce, I glued it abused it and flipped it
Like so, it's a dirty game you might slip
On a soap, keep you's a light or get
Smoked up good dope
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
Woah woah, no smelling
You gon' eat when it's ready
Mo' hoes, mo' butter
Mo' bread, mo' jelly
Someone take me out, I been in storage
Too long, got victories on my back
I'ma wear it with Vlone
Forced myself into places that I didn't
Belong, now I hate you like myself
But it'll pass Joe Flacco, need aerosol
Need a home, Tabasco it's spicy
She claims I'm an asshole
I know that she likes me, too calm
Too excited, we run or we fight it
We true or denying, it's gon' work
It's applying, a thousand fails a thousand days
But look who still right in yo face
Special edition, right out of the cave
I studied the shadows now coming with blades
AJ Hunnid
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
I come from the depths of this
Dying planet, still got life in me like
Music did Janet, we making our own
The forehead is branded, bandless bandits
Banging and bitching on pavements
I'm gripping up dangerous, they look
In my eye, they spying the angel
They hearing me talk but who do I
Hang with, root of my mysterious
Used to can't swim now I'm sliding
Penguin, dangling still haven't fallen
Cause something be tangling me
Sangers ain't strangers to peep
People love music I'm fucking the beat
Beautiful moves strict and overruling
Rude? No I ain't I just kick it with peace
Pieces of me leaving marks on ya teeth
Teachers can't teach because I took
the scene, seeing it through til no eyes
Left, successful but ain't been shown to
The crowd, promise I did it on earth
Mother ground, I put it together
So you can pronounce, announcing my goals
No I keep it profound, shout out to P for the
1 50 ounce, I glued it abused it and flipped it
Like so, it's a dirty game you might slip
On a soap, keep you's a light or get
Smoked up good dope
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
Woah woah, no smelling
You gon' eat when it's ready
Mo' hoes, mo' butter
Mo' bread, mo' jelly
Someone take me out, I been in storage
Too long, got victories on my back
I'ma wear it with Vlone
Forced myself into places that I didn't
Belong, now I hate you like myself
But it'll pass Joe Flacco, need aerosol
Need a home, Tabasco it's spicy
She claims I'm an asshole
I know that she likes me, too calm
Too excited, we run or we fight it
We true or denying, it's gon' work
It's applying, a thousand fails a thousand days
But look who still right in yo face
Special edition, right out of the cave
I studied the shadows now coming with blades
AJ Hunnid
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
You don't know my past rough
So don't think I act tough
You ain't feel me fast enough
So don't think we should add much
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Writer(s): Armon Haynes
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