jaded
Sent my location but nobody came to the crib
I got a feeling I can't put my finger on it
I don't know what it is
Bitch I'm in danger
Every time I step on the city I'm from SugarHill
All these bitches talkin' bout
"I like his personality" that don't pay bills
I got narcotics ready to deliver
About three hundred kilos full of drugs
Shot to the head it traveled to the liver
Tell me what I should be afraid of
Cause I'm having trouble to wake up
I can't relate little boy
You make fictional stories it's made up
496
Get that tatted on me like Rixh
And somehow you hate us
As a kid I was alone
Tellin' my brothers wait up
We got a lot of niggas on the list now that was
Livin' now they M.I.A
I could never cuff a bitch now
So imagine how I was back in the day
Big body Benz in the traffic
When I was broke I was trappin'
Said that you was finna kill us
300 years past yea what happened?
Sent my location but nobody came to the crib
I got a feeling I can't put my finger on it
I don't know what it is
Bitch I'm in danger every time
I step on the city I'm from SugarHill
All these bitches talkin' bout
"I like his personality" that don't pay bills
7:30 yea I stay up
I promise you fuckin' her isn't what you
Want it's making love
I pray yea everyday
I take a flight from here to L.A
No I don't care bout' the shit that you wear
Take it away and hop on the stage
I got a feeling I can't put my finger on it
I don't know what it is
Bitch I'm in danger
Every time I step on the city I'm from SugarHill
All these bitches talkin' bout
"I like his personality" that don't pay bills
I got narcotics ready to deliver
About three hundred kilos full of drugs
Shot to the head it traveled to the liver
Tell me what I should be afraid of
Cause I'm having trouble to wake up
I can't relate little boy
You make fictional stories it's made up
496
Get that tatted on me like Rixh
And somehow you hate us
As a kid I was alone
Tellin' my brothers wait up
We got a lot of niggas on the list now that was
Livin' now they M.I.A
I could never cuff a bitch now
So imagine how I was back in the day
Big body Benz in the traffic
When I was broke I was trappin'
Said that you was finna kill us
300 years past yea what happened?
Sent my location but nobody came to the crib
I got a feeling I can't put my finger on it
I don't know what it is
Bitch I'm in danger every time
I step on the city I'm from SugarHill
All these bitches talkin' bout
"I like his personality" that don't pay bills
7:30 yea I stay up
I promise you fuckin' her isn't what you
Want it's making love
I pray yea everyday
I take a flight from here to L.A
No I don't care bout' the shit that you wear
Take it away and hop on the stage
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