End
I be moving in the shadows
This is a war not a battle
She blowin' me out like a candle
Not talkin' hoopin, I travel
She told me I'd look good in margiely, margiely, margiely
Evil resident, you know that I'm ready
She look at my heart, she say that it's empty
My niggas got aim and it's deadly
When I get rich, I'm just heading to Fendi
Yeah, they be hatin', that doesn't offend me,
She touchin' my body, she love to caress me
I'm thankin' God, I'm thankin' God for everything, And for my mama, I would do like anything
For mama I'd do anything,
Thankin' God for everything
Yeah, I was down but I'm back
Shorty lookin' like a snack
But I'm focused, get to the stacks
Look at my crew, we the littest
Shout out to Max and shout out to Jay, Shout out to Bizy,
I'm feelin' like Weezy
Man, this shit too easy
Look at my pockets, they cheesy
I be moving in the shadows
This is a war not a battle
She blowin' me out like a candle
Not talkin' hoopin, I travel
She told me I'd look good in margiely, margiely, margiely
Evil resident, you know that I'm ready
She look at my heart, she say that it's empty
Thankin' God for everything
For mama I'd do anything
Diamonds, sick, Drip, fit
All my brothers gon' be rich
I could never chase a bitch
Cause Imma trip and fuck on her friend
Wait till I'm up and then copy my trend
And when it comes to my sympathy
You know that this is the fuckin' end
And to my sympathy, you know that this is the end
And to my sympathy, you know that this is the end
This is a war not a battle
She blowin' me out like a candle
Not talkin' hoopin, I travel
She told me I'd look good in margiely, margiely, margiely
Evil resident, you know that I'm ready
She look at my heart, she say that it's empty
My niggas got aim and it's deadly
When I get rich, I'm just heading to Fendi
Yeah, they be hatin', that doesn't offend me,
She touchin' my body, she love to caress me
I'm thankin' God, I'm thankin' God for everything, And for my mama, I would do like anything
For mama I'd do anything,
Thankin' God for everything
Yeah, I was down but I'm back
Shorty lookin' like a snack
But I'm focused, get to the stacks
Look at my crew, we the littest
Shout out to Max and shout out to Jay, Shout out to Bizy,
I'm feelin' like Weezy
Man, this shit too easy
Look at my pockets, they cheesy
I be moving in the shadows
This is a war not a battle
She blowin' me out like a candle
Not talkin' hoopin, I travel
She told me I'd look good in margiely, margiely, margiely
Evil resident, you know that I'm ready
She look at my heart, she say that it's empty
Thankin' God for everything
For mama I'd do anything
Diamonds, sick, Drip, fit
All my brothers gon' be rich
I could never chase a bitch
Cause Imma trip and fuck on her friend
Wait till I'm up and then copy my trend
And when it comes to my sympathy
You know that this is the fuckin' end
And to my sympathy, you know that this is the end
And to my sympathy, you know that this is the end
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Writer(s): Fuego Shady
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