Parade Inside the City

Fully bullets split that niggas mellon bitch I was engaged I started making it in 11th grade
Bitch I was getting pape how the fuck I'm failing math? know to count up pape
Fully bullets split that niggas mellon bitch I was engaged I started making it in 11th I was getting pape

How the fuck I'm failing math? know to count up pape
Your bitch a slut at the function she tryna throw some cake
But you can catch me in the buses with a baby k pray to god they don't get me they tryna build a case
But everyday I keep a striker just to paint some grace I think about it everyday I swear I got some pain

But I won't let it get to me bitch I stay in my lane you tryna play me like a goofy better have some grace
Roll seven pay the price shouldn't rolled that dice blicky flip that nigga he a felon bullets knocked his lice
What is you tryna run up on us? we don't fucking fight
My bitch got a blick with a dick you'll think she a dyke
Now we all up in a striker cause it's cold at night
But you can catch me in the ally's with a lil' pipe granny said to go to church granny I keep a pipe

Unc steady selling trash bag he the trash man you better know how to get there you better have your route
I've been rapping day and night just to get out this drought
My momma told me just don't worry fuck them constance thoughts

This bitch thinking that I'm stupid bitch Ian a fool
You better move with that funny shit get youre dumb ass dumped matter fact I'll call my sister bitch call it a jump
Fully bullets split that niggas mellon bitch I was engaged I started making it up in 11th grade
Bitch I was getting pape

Fully bullets split that niggas mellon bitch I was engaged I started making it in 11th I was getting pape
How the fuck I'm failing math? know to count up pape your bitch a slut at the function she tryna throw some cake
But you can catch me in the buses with a baby k pray to god they don't get me they tryna build a case
But everyday I keep a striker just to paint some grace I think about it everyday I swear I got some pain
But I won't let it get to me bitch I stay in my lane you tryna play me like a goofy better have some grace

I started making it in 11th I was getting pape
How the fuck I'm failing math? know to count up pape your bitch a slut at the function she tryna throw some cake
But you can catch me in the buses with a baby k pray to god they don't get me they tryna build a case

But everyday I keep a striker just to paint some grace
But I won't let it get to me bitch I stay in my lane you tryna play me like a goofy
Better have some grace, have some grace nigga



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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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