Tom Brady

I don't feel like fighting my demons, I'm high as heaven gates
She said we supposed to be in love, bitch I'm not Kevin Gates
That nigga wouldn't be raw as me if he bought a hunnid steaks
It was roaches in the trap, they still couldn't see the raid

Ayy, we used to fight as kids it turned to gun play
We still tryna burn a nigga in the summer, what you know about guns blazin
Crash the whip, hop out the car, and we get away
We trigger happy, air this bitch out like I'm Tom Brady

Ayy, we trained to kill the opps till they ain't got no more
We get one life, live a life where we ain't got a choice
Randy Orton off them percs, I get to hearing voices
I'm off drugs through the night, no tellin' how I feel tomorrow

Wouldn't let no bitch waste my time, if her name was Audemar
We graduate, then die like we ain't supposed to make it far
It's more guns than diplomas, then they wonder why
It's like the real always lose, no matter how hard you try

Ayy, intoxicated, drivin' I don't mind crashin
They don't love you when you here, they waitin' till you pass
Ayy, 13 hoes, I pass them bitches like Steve Nash
All head shooters, we still toe-taggin

AR's, Drac's, Glocks and such look like we robbed Cabelas
Give em the red light, they still goin', them boys be bout whatever
2900 army, I write with pain, this ain't no poetry
I was raised around gangstas, how the fuck it's gon' be hoe in me

I don't feel like fightin' my demons, I'm high as heaven gates
She said we supposed to be in love, bitch, I'm not Kevin Gates
That nigga wouldn't be raw as me if he bought a hundred steaks
It was roaches in the trap, they still couldn't see the raid

Ayy, we used to fight as kids and turned to gun play
We still tryna burn a nigga in the summer, what you know about guns blazin'
Crash the whip, hop out the car and we get away
We trigger happy, air this bitch out like I'm Tom Brady



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Writer(s): Lavaughn Newman
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