¡I Got 8
I'm not here to cause division
I just want the blue cheese then I'm dipping
Have you ever felt so shitty?
They say it's nothing but chaos and violence in my city
Never threw a die, I like to keep my pennies
It's do or die, I need to know if you with it
Every day a nigga die, I'm riding with it
I'm getting the fuck up out of dodge, I bought my ticket
They say because I like to rhyme, I'm an idiot
Even if they don't say it, I know they think it
Is it my fault I live this life so silly?
Is it my fault your money so little?
Is it my fault I go about my day?
Is it my fault I like to count this cake?
Is it my fault I pulled off on a straight?
Is it my fault I bent the fucking weight?
On a tripod, I put the camera lay
I jumped in that pond, I jumped in that lake
It's a waterfall when I walk in Chase
I'm a one of one, what more can I say?
I got hell a guns, I got hell a fins
You got hell a ones, I got hell a tens, man
On my current roster, I got like ten men
You a little imposter, I like to end men
I got eight bars left, I got eight
I got eight grams left, I got eight
I got eight bullets left, I got eight
Oh, that's your little boo just left? I got ate
I got eight fucks to give, I got eight of 'em
I got eight grams to smoke
Nothing jam that I tote
I got eight bullets left, oh my god
I got eight bullets left, I got eight
Oh, that's your little boo just left? I got ate
I'm not here to cause division
I just want the blue cheese then I'm dipping
Have you ever felt so shitty?
They say it's nothing but chaos and violence in my city
Never threw a die, I like to keep my pennies
It's do or die, I need to know if you with it
Every day a nigga die, I'm riding with it
I'm getting the fuck up out of dodge, I bought my ticket
They say because I like to rhyme, I'm an idiot
Even if they don't say it, I know they think it
Is it my fault I live this life so silly?
Is it my fault your money so little?
Is it my fault I go about my day?
Is it my fault I like to count this cake?
Is it my fault I pulled off on a straight?
Is it my fault I bent the fucking weight?
On a tripod, I put the camera lay
I jumped in that pond, I jumped in that lake
I got eight bars left, I got eight
I got eight grams left, I got eight
I got eight fucks to give, I got eight of 'em
I got eight grams to smoke
Nothing jam that I tote
I got eight bullets left, oh my god
I got eight bullets left, I got eight
Oh, that's your little boo just left? I got ate
I just want the blue cheese then I'm dipping
Have you ever felt so shitty?
They say it's nothing but chaos and violence in my city
Never threw a die, I like to keep my pennies
It's do or die, I need to know if you with it
Every day a nigga die, I'm riding with it
I'm getting the fuck up out of dodge, I bought my ticket
They say because I like to rhyme, I'm an idiot
Even if they don't say it, I know they think it
Is it my fault I live this life so silly?
Is it my fault your money so little?
Is it my fault I go about my day?
Is it my fault I like to count this cake?
Is it my fault I pulled off on a straight?
Is it my fault I bent the fucking weight?
On a tripod, I put the camera lay
I jumped in that pond, I jumped in that lake
It's a waterfall when I walk in Chase
I'm a one of one, what more can I say?
I got hell a guns, I got hell a fins
You got hell a ones, I got hell a tens, man
On my current roster, I got like ten men
You a little imposter, I like to end men
I got eight bars left, I got eight
I got eight grams left, I got eight
I got eight bullets left, I got eight
Oh, that's your little boo just left? I got ate
I got eight fucks to give, I got eight of 'em
I got eight grams to smoke
Nothing jam that I tote
I got eight bullets left, oh my god
I got eight bullets left, I got eight
Oh, that's your little boo just left? I got ate
I'm not here to cause division
I just want the blue cheese then I'm dipping
Have you ever felt so shitty?
They say it's nothing but chaos and violence in my city
Never threw a die, I like to keep my pennies
It's do or die, I need to know if you with it
Every day a nigga die, I'm riding with it
I'm getting the fuck up out of dodge, I bought my ticket
They say because I like to rhyme, I'm an idiot
Even if they don't say it, I know they think it
Is it my fault I live this life so silly?
Is it my fault your money so little?
Is it my fault I go about my day?
Is it my fault I like to count this cake?
Is it my fault I pulled off on a straight?
Is it my fault I bent the fucking weight?
On a tripod, I put the camera lay
I jumped in that pond, I jumped in that lake
I got eight bars left, I got eight
I got eight grams left, I got eight
I got eight fucks to give, I got eight of 'em
I got eight grams to smoke
Nothing jam that I tote
I got eight bullets left, oh my god
I got eight bullets left, I got eight
Oh, that's your little boo just left? I got ate
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Writer(s): Micah Harris
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