terrible!
Yeah, yeah
You thought the fuck
Uh, wake the fuck up
I'll bring you back from the dead, bitch
Ha ha, we ain't done, ha ha ha
You fuckin' terrible
Boy, you such a dummy
Fuckin' off your friends
Just to chase some dead money
Get yours in the end
You gon' get yours in the end
20 twin twins
You won't get shit but these ends
It's a curse
Sweet marmalade papyrus on a Sunday
I can't trick on you, no
Probably leave me half dead
I was 13
Nigga, sleepin' on the concrete
Now I'm 23
Makin' money that my mom make
Every day my birthday
Fuck about opinions
Ain't nobody there to save you when you drownin' in your demons
You gon' have to find it in you
Keep it on you if you need it
I wake up, it's a reason that I gotta be here
If everybody turnin' on me
They could turn in the grave
I'm makin' bandage from bread
I made a knife out of pennies
I get resourceful as hell
And make a mic outta semi
Now, doo-doo-doo, wop
Ha ha, ha, ha, yuh
You fuckin' terrible
Boy, you such a dummy
Fuckin' off your friends
Just to chase some dead money
Get yours in the end
You gon' get yours in the end
20 twin twins
You won't get shit but these ends
Don't you see my black skin
Where yo nergophobia
Tell me that I'm evil
You's a bird in a emporium
That boy had a daddy
That boy had it all
That boy had some parents
We was stickin' up the mall
Someone told me I could make it
If I just change up my dreams
But I've been wide awake
Cold sweatin, night screams
Different type of depression
They won't feel me till I'm deceased
To never know my heartbeat
And my battles with temptations
This shit keepin' me calm
Cause ain't we posed to be professionals
If you ain't the leader
Then why you talkin' while the stick in my hands
I'll be a nigga if I make it in this foreign-ass land
I'll be a nigga if I break it
And demand my respect
I'll be a nigga if I have more loose
Than you and your friends
I'll be a nigga if I'm stickin'
With the morals of man
You fuckin' broke, dawg
That's all you do, talk
Food in my roof, dog
Pain come with loot, awe
You fuckin' terrible
Boy, you such a dummy
Fuckin' off your friends
Just to chase some dead money
Get yours in the end
You gon' get yours in the end
20 twin twins
You won't get shit but these ends
You thought the fuck
Uh, wake the fuck up
I'll bring you back from the dead, bitch
Ha ha, we ain't done, ha ha ha
You fuckin' terrible
Boy, you such a dummy
Fuckin' off your friends
Just to chase some dead money
Get yours in the end
You gon' get yours in the end
20 twin twins
You won't get shit but these ends
It's a curse
Sweet marmalade papyrus on a Sunday
I can't trick on you, no
Probably leave me half dead
I was 13
Nigga, sleepin' on the concrete
Now I'm 23
Makin' money that my mom make
Every day my birthday
Fuck about opinions
Ain't nobody there to save you when you drownin' in your demons
You gon' have to find it in you
Keep it on you if you need it
I wake up, it's a reason that I gotta be here
If everybody turnin' on me
They could turn in the grave
I'm makin' bandage from bread
I made a knife out of pennies
I get resourceful as hell
And make a mic outta semi
Now, doo-doo-doo, wop
Ha ha, ha, ha, yuh
You fuckin' terrible
Boy, you such a dummy
Fuckin' off your friends
Just to chase some dead money
Get yours in the end
You gon' get yours in the end
20 twin twins
You won't get shit but these ends
Don't you see my black skin
Where yo nergophobia
Tell me that I'm evil
You's a bird in a emporium
That boy had a daddy
That boy had it all
That boy had some parents
We was stickin' up the mall
Someone told me I could make it
If I just change up my dreams
But I've been wide awake
Cold sweatin, night screams
Different type of depression
They won't feel me till I'm deceased
To never know my heartbeat
And my battles with temptations
This shit keepin' me calm
Cause ain't we posed to be professionals
If you ain't the leader
Then why you talkin' while the stick in my hands
I'll be a nigga if I make it in this foreign-ass land
I'll be a nigga if I break it
And demand my respect
I'll be a nigga if I have more loose
Than you and your friends
I'll be a nigga if I'm stickin'
With the morals of man
You fuckin' broke, dawg
That's all you do, talk
Food in my roof, dog
Pain come with loot, awe
You fuckin' terrible
Boy, you such a dummy
Fuckin' off your friends
Just to chase some dead money
Get yours in the end
You gon' get yours in the end
20 twin twins
You won't get shit but these ends
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Writer(s): Ishmael Ali Wilburn
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