808

Why you gotta scrutinize me
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get 'em
Run with the moose, knuckle up
In the booth, when it's time, I deliver my lines
On
Pace for the form, never passing the ball
When you die is when they recogonize
I
See both sides, used to force smiles
Every now and then, it would get less hard to try
Show up to the scene like Dolemite, you and I can't go far
Cause see
You get by, biting basslines
We don't f*ck with that
Mossbergs, kick to open doors
First we paint it black
Cop a gram
Cop another gram
That sh*t move like crack
Seraphim and phlegm
It's just the whim of my entire pack
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't sweet (Sweet, sweet)
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't sweet (Nah)
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't sweet
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't, it ain't
It ain't, it ain't, it ain't
Look to a still shot of water
That's me in your mental
Don't think nothing 'bout itMe and the gang got the Scooby Snack
Pull up with booby traps
Made out of batu with pack full of blotter (and)
All of my life I been Ali to drama
Can't run from no n*gga
Give a f*ck 'bout yo llama
You hypnotized by the gold anyway
Only n*gga I could fold to is me
Plus you don't look the type to pull it anyway
Talking tall 'til you talking on your knees
Seeing eye to eye
With the blind
Nevermind
How divine the kid tend to seem
Between you and I
It's no sugar with them boys
Not even bittersweet
You have to howl every now and then
I'm tryna make sure the world gone remember we
Dee!
Think it's sweet, it ain't sweet (Sweet, sweet)
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't sweet (Nah)
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't sweet
N*ggas think it's sweet, it ain't, it ain't
It ain't, it ain't, it ain't



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Writer(s): Christon Dilworth, Gianforti Diego
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