12Am
I can't let you in the stu, baby,
Cause there's thugs in there
I can't write your verse lil nigga
Yo check ain't even clear
Brody said he gon' do what
I ain't even hear
My pirates drop like five of y'all Snakes
With my Metal Gear
He wanna hit his lil' dance
So I might hit his tendon
I ain't regular, that's why they hatin'
Knock the gum balls out his benson nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If it wasn't for Toman, swear to God, I wouldn't be livin'
This hatred I'm holdin', it's because I'm forced to stay sinnin'
Writing pain poetry, don matter poverty or your pigment
I'm writin' bout bad shit, cause bad shit, I might've did it
I talk with broddie bro
He stay with mud just like he Tune
Today, will he get off? Maybe not
Told him stay tuned
And all of my idols dead
So bitch don't tell me who made me
If my Stunnas catch you in public
Bitch, you better go and have a baby
Shit, like, ayy, bro, motherfuckin', ayy, bro, you feelin' me like, shit,
Nigga tryna blow up off of the pain, music, all types of shit
Bitch, tryna blow up off of angry music, shit like that, you feel me
Just like, you know what I mean like
I ain't gon' lie, 2024, it's gon' have to be that year, bro
You feel me? We ain't got nothin' outside of this music, shit, bro,
That's all we got
You feel me? Like, we just got it, you know what I mean
And that's why we ting the fuck up this year, bro
You feel me
Boy, shit, but uh shit, yeah, yeah
Boy, shit, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tied
Cause there's thugs in there
I can't write your verse lil nigga
Yo check ain't even clear
Brody said he gon' do what
I ain't even hear
My pirates drop like five of y'all Snakes
With my Metal Gear
He wanna hit his lil' dance
So I might hit his tendon
I ain't regular, that's why they hatin'
Knock the gum balls out his benson nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If it wasn't for Toman, swear to God, I wouldn't be livin'
This hatred I'm holdin', it's because I'm forced to stay sinnin'
Writing pain poetry, don matter poverty or your pigment
I'm writin' bout bad shit, cause bad shit, I might've did it
I talk with broddie bro
He stay with mud just like he Tune
Today, will he get off? Maybe not
Told him stay tuned
And all of my idols dead
So bitch don't tell me who made me
If my Stunnas catch you in public
Bitch, you better go and have a baby
Shit, like, ayy, bro, motherfuckin', ayy, bro, you feelin' me like, shit,
Nigga tryna blow up off of the pain, music, all types of shit
Bitch, tryna blow up off of angry music, shit like that, you feel me
Just like, you know what I mean like
I ain't gon' lie, 2024, it's gon' have to be that year, bro
You feel me? We ain't got nothin' outside of this music, shit, bro,
That's all we got
You feel me? Like, we just got it, you know what I mean
And that's why we ting the fuck up this year, bro
You feel me
Boy, shit, but uh shit, yeah, yeah
Boy, shit, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tied
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Writer(s): Khylon Edwards
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