503

No nigga
I feel under the fucking weather

Join us on the 503
Down on the 503
We just get free
Smoking trees
Fuck around bitch
Smile with glee
That's we
Thats me
That's the CF
This the one that's gonna make me the best

This from deep down
When shit goes around
They pull up to the crib
Like what to do now
No way
Who now
To discover this town
Let it ride bitch
This our fucking town

Number 2 cause you'll never be one
Probably how your parents treated you
Like you want to be one
With a college girl
She cheating on you though
I can guarantee it
That's just how it goes

Now what comeback is something about Water
Water is a piece of shit
And we should've never even bothered
If people ever listened
They'd understand though
Not you 2
Cause you act like a hoe

What kind of attention do you need
Obviously mommy wasn't there when you bleed
Cause yelling out shit
Is nothing but a plead
With no lead
Nigga please

Nigga please stop being clean
You faker than Kim's ass on her knees
Get out of my face with all these words and theories

I opened up cause I felt I could trust you
I've known you before rapping was cool
Then you went around yapping to everybody
Telling them how I couldn't ----- too
Even for me that's pretty fucking low
Despite it only being a minor blow
And you always wanted a shoutout
Well here it is
Fuck you and
Fuck your hoe

Why have the money
When you have no time to spend it
That's the realest shit I've heard
And now the realest winning
Family over cash
Niggas weird choosing opposite
Niggas lose there chance and get old
On some fossil shit
Best believe we on top of it
Been here for 5 years
I been had my starter kit
Now I boom bap
Let's chat no chit
I bet I could fly the whole game
Like it's locked in a
Cockpit uh

I don't like my women Grande
Like them more like Ariana
Man these lyrics so hot
Its feeling like a fucking sauna
Some niggas get a glimpse of cash
Make 'em change like an iguana
Life's a cartoon cause haters be mad
Blowing smoke like
Marijuana
I don't even know you bitch
Don't tell me what to do
I choose my own friends
Now we waiting in a que
Give you the interview
And see how long it takes for
Your mood to turn blue

Damn (uh huh)
Let's go
Used to think (uh huh)
I had bitches on go
Now I'm out (uh-huh)
Searching for a ho
Now I pout (uh-huh) (uh huh) (uh huh)

As things begin to slow down
Matchstick disappears
Leaving Curly alone in his own head
He can now do whatever he wants
Without having Matchstick yell at him
Suddenly a ticking noise begins to echo in his head
"What is this?"
He said
Then came a voice
"You're running out of time Curly."



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