DEMO 1 (CHERRY)
Yeah we back, mic check, side chick No pic, lowkey okie dokie honey?
Hand me the time got 99 problems
Nah wishes, dishes in the sink
Fishes in the sea, go and finna see straight seek faith cease hate we'll fade
No point in living chaste no more toyin' around boy
Brown boy wannabe sad boy for the V, gangsta wannabe
You know yourself, go check yourself before you go check on me
Jealousy our number one enemy friend or foe where you wanna go
Bro, stay low stray dogs trade dough even though
We all gotta go, win or lose hit or booze what you choose, little dude?
Pick you food pick a side black or white racks or rice
Go live and die no one can define what's life, go defy all the lies
And as I rise from demise I device my plan in my hand
No can shine if he ran from his own land, a brand new me
Made a eulogy for the old me say goodbye to my old mind
Swore an oath that I wrote that the more I know
The more I know that I don't know shit
Itchy bitch, cant even suck an inch leeched
On my cheeks, preach what I teach, don't
Reach kid, oh you're rich kid? you got gold?
Well I got some goals to reach kid
You got gold? well I got some goals to reach kid
And I be spittin' lit lyrics that'll cleanse a spirit
With a triple six digit tryna fix my psyche
Blood for blood, a gun on his hip he's gone
He's holy like a nun run faster than a bullet
None can know the mundane fate of humanity
Face humane domain to tame the sane I ain't the same
Change the lane and game it rains it shine you live to die so try and try
Hand me the time got 99 problems
Nah wishes, dishes in the sink
Fishes in the sea, go and finna see straight seek faith cease hate we'll fade
No point in living chaste no more toyin' around boy
Brown boy wannabe sad boy for the V, gangsta wannabe
You know yourself, go check yourself before you go check on me
Jealousy our number one enemy friend or foe where you wanna go
Bro, stay low stray dogs trade dough even though
We all gotta go, win or lose hit or booze what you choose, little dude?
Pick you food pick a side black or white racks or rice
Go live and die no one can define what's life, go defy all the lies
And as I rise from demise I device my plan in my hand
No can shine if he ran from his own land, a brand new me
Made a eulogy for the old me say goodbye to my old mind
Swore an oath that I wrote that the more I know
The more I know that I don't know shit
Itchy bitch, cant even suck an inch leeched
On my cheeks, preach what I teach, don't
Reach kid, oh you're rich kid? you got gold?
Well I got some goals to reach kid
You got gold? well I got some goals to reach kid
And I be spittin' lit lyrics that'll cleanse a spirit
With a triple six digit tryna fix my psyche
Blood for blood, a gun on his hip he's gone
He's holy like a nun run faster than a bullet
None can know the mundane fate of humanity
Face humane domain to tame the sane I ain't the same
Change the lane and game it rains it shine you live to die so try and try
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Garcia
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