Violence
There's a stone in my heart
She is a lie, she is a truth
It's like an illusion
It's like an illusion
Don't need no bitch, I got money
Lv bag full of twenties
Flyin' all over the country
I keep a couple of hundreds
Rappin' all over the trumpets
Sixteen, I'm gettin' my buckets
Bitch tryna play with some puppets
Hoe think I'm one of her puppets
Bitch, I want all of the violence
All of these hoes stay silent
Sixteen, I'm tryna buy diamonds
I be on my own, I stay in my island
Grind to the top, want more than these thousands
Makin' a lot, tryna get to the top
Go for the opp, watch his body drop
Saw the blue and the red so I ran from the cops
I done given my all
Shorty saying it's my fault
Haters wanna see my fall
This bitch tryna get on my mind
Why the fuck is she callin' me fine
You wanna call because I'm in my prime
You wanna call because it's time to shine
Hold up, let me be real
Your ass ain't home, you takin' them pills
Ha
Your ass ain't home, you late on them bills
Why the fuck your ass reminiscing
Asking yourself where you fucked up
Never listened, you were stuck up
Get up and go get your bag up
She is a lie, she is a truth
It's like an illusion
It's like an illusion
Don't need no bitch, I got money
Lv bag full of twenties
Flyin' all over the country
I keep a couple of hundreds
Rappin' all over the trumpets
Sixteen, I'm gettin' my buckets
Bitch tryna play with some puppets
Hoe think I'm one of her puppets
Bitch, I want all of the violence
All of these hoes stay silent
Sixteen, I'm tryna buy diamonds
I be on my own, I stay in my island
Grind to the top, want more than these thousands
Makin' a lot, tryna get to the top
Go for the opp, watch his body drop
Saw the blue and the red so I ran from the cops
I done given my all
Shorty saying it's my fault
Haters wanna see my fall
This bitch tryna get on my mind
Why the fuck is she callin' me fine
You wanna call because I'm in my prime
You wanna call because it's time to shine
Hold up, let me be real
Your ass ain't home, you takin' them pills
Ha
Your ass ain't home, you late on them bills
Why the fuck your ass reminiscing
Asking yourself where you fucked up
Never listened, you were stuck up
Get up and go get your bag up
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Writer(s): Delinson Franchesco
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