fu
Ay, fuck you
I heard that you're spitting on my name
Fuck you
You're dead weight, get up off my chain
Fuck you
King Palm, rolling up my pain
Fuck you
Lost another dream to the fame
R-I-P to these woods, far cry
Gold on my neck, starlight
Chin to the curb, bar fight
I never bark, all bite
Smashing the 8th, all might
None of these kids alright
Glock is out the closet, doesn't matter who it bangs
Launch some money in the air, doesn't matter where it rains
Why the fuck you call the cops? Thought you didn't fuck with gangs?
They're the biggest one there is, not a vice they haven't slang
They could partner up with Tide, from the way they're hitting stains
I should join the NBA, joints I twist they don't sprain
I got sour in my lungs, I got ice in my veins
Blowing gas through my motherfucking mask like I'm Bane
Achoo, excuse me, I'm allergic to these lames
Wiping noses not my business only blow i know is cane
Turn my brain to a slushie my body to a drain
Don't count sheep i dream rivals in my strains
Ay, fuck you
I heard that you're spitting on my name
Fuck you
You're dead weight, get up off my chain
Fuck you
King Palm, rolling up my pain
Fuck you
Lost another dream to the fame
R-I-P to these woods, far cry
Gold on my neck, starlight
Chin to the curb, bar fight
I never bark, all bite
Smashing the 8th, all might
None of these kids alright
I heard that you're spitting on my name
Fuck you
You're dead weight, get up off my chain
Fuck you
King Palm, rolling up my pain
Fuck you
Lost another dream to the fame
R-I-P to these woods, far cry
Gold on my neck, starlight
Chin to the curb, bar fight
I never bark, all bite
Smashing the 8th, all might
None of these kids alright
Glock is out the closet, doesn't matter who it bangs
Launch some money in the air, doesn't matter where it rains
Why the fuck you call the cops? Thought you didn't fuck with gangs?
They're the biggest one there is, not a vice they haven't slang
They could partner up with Tide, from the way they're hitting stains
I should join the NBA, joints I twist they don't sprain
I got sour in my lungs, I got ice in my veins
Blowing gas through my motherfucking mask like I'm Bane
Achoo, excuse me, I'm allergic to these lames
Wiping noses not my business only blow i know is cane
Turn my brain to a slushie my body to a drain
Don't count sheep i dream rivals in my strains
Ay, fuck you
I heard that you're spitting on my name
Fuck you
You're dead weight, get up off my chain
Fuck you
King Palm, rolling up my pain
Fuck you
Lost another dream to the fame
R-I-P to these woods, far cry
Gold on my neck, starlight
Chin to the curb, bar fight
I never bark, all bite
Smashing the 8th, all might
None of these kids alright
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Writer(s): Will Godbey
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