Dead Guys

I popped out they tryn' take me out I might be dead fly
Yes I Fear Of God they think I'm Satanist I walk with dead guys
Crashed out in that Charger but that Blackwing take me to the sky
I know she mines, every time she eat it she get energized
See love be all kinds of weird shit like envy in disguise
Was servin' pies, I had fucked it up and gave another try
It's kinda funny, came up sellin' half's and quarters and them dimes
I don't even check my wrist no more now I just know the time

My shit be coke but I ain't servin' lines
Protected by them angels, got this money in my palm
Roll my problems then I take off like I'm usin' time
I been textin' these hoes back now like I got the time
She say I'm the bomb
I needed friends, I made pact with dead guys
I'll be this way forever
I wear Palm Angels hope it keep me from the Devil
This Moncler keep me warm no I don't need no sweater
March with the stick but I'm a Libra new Supreme Beretta
After we fuck she act weird that's a weird hoe
But I don't mind I'm stuck in my head I'm countin' zero's
I been fightin' demons swear these niggas be like 6'4
They think I'm careless when I spend my paper, I just get more
I fuck the bitch it broke me to my heart I found out she joe
I floor it for a day, my prayers to God, Tim Tebow
If she got all I need then what the fuck I got to cheat for
I got me a V8 and push the pedal to the damn floor

I popped out they tryn' take me out I might be dead fly
Yes I Fear Of God they think I'm Satanist I walk with dead guys
Crashed out in that Charger but that Blackwing take me to the sky
I know she mines, every time she eat it she get energized
See love be all kinds of weird shit like envy in disguise
Was servin' pies, I had fucked it up and gave another try
It's kinda funny, came up sellin' half's and quarters and them dimes
I don't even check my wrist no more now I just know the time

Drivin' slow in my lane and now I got to open out of it
I been in the trap but I'm lookin' like a college kid
I don't even show my face no more this shit anonymous
I got promised this, told me if I ever show this gun
I better pop this shit
Call my engineer and said we lockin' in
I don't even argue with the Devil I invite him in
He don't ever win, I'm hangin' with my sins
And he got some guns, I get high off drugs
I just need some love, I think I found the one
How cuzzo killer?, he ain't kill nothin'
I don't trust that bitch but she sayin' she a real one
Get in my feelings take some drugs like I'm tryin' to kill some
I'm gettin' to this money I ain't waitin' til no deal come
She so bad but I swear this bitch can't make me cum
Get in that jam and they'll be singin' like Aretha
Chrome Heart, cold hearted, put my love in heaters
We ain't never need them niggas but they claim we need 'em

I popped out they tryn' take me out I might be dead fly
Yes I Fear Of God they think I'm Satanist I walk with dead guys
Crashed out in that Charger but that Blackwing take me to the sky
I know she mines, every time she eat it she get energized
See love be all kinds of weird shit like envy in disguise
Was servin' pies, I had fucked it up and gave another try
It's kinda funny, came up sellin' half's and quarters and them dimes
I don't even check my wrist no more now I just know the time

(I don't even check my wrist no more now I just know the time)
(It's kinda funny, came up sellin' half's and quarters and them dimes)
(Was servin' pies, I had fucked it up and gave another try)
(Love be all kinds of weird shit like envy in disguise)



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