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Akif - Spliff Lyrics



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This shit been anonymous. All my homies split up, east, west for colleges
Smoke the pain away, been having a lot of this
City girl summer, these women outta pocket
Aw shit, hit your bitch with the raw dick. She want this
I don't pray for your downfall
But I'm hoping that the crown falls
Place my bets on the house call
Oh shit can you calm down
Pour it up. Homie driving drunk on Sepulveda
What the f*ck he doing? I'm praying that I live it up
Red light blue light, my paranoia
Rolling up a blunt, this too much for ya
Work for the bonus I'm boning your bitch and she moanin she groanin
The morning come the f*ck I'm exploding she open her mouth
We discussin f*ck in abundance I'm running some errands
People sleeping, rap game peepin, and they seeing moves I make
All the pain all the fame
What it's worth
What you do this for
What's your purpose? F*cking bitches? Closing curtains? F*ck that shit
All the bitches, come and go
All you do is f*ck and go
You ain't loyal, you don't deserve royalty
Truthfully, you will see, bitches are commodities
If all you want is clout, then your friendships are hostilities
Possibly, you f*ck up, and you become novelty
God has seen you're obsolete, you're a damn catastrophe
I'm just rolling through the city
Homie smoking up a spliffy
Acting silly people pity
Give a minute lemme finish
I just feel so damn diminished
Do i fit in do I look out
Acting out I panic
Cuz I have become a tragic
Lacking logic stuck in past I'm nostalgic
Always mad, like the baddies
That I'm catching at my classroom
I can't match you I'm just past you
I'm not sorry for myself
I be rapping f*ck the sales
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This shit been anonymous. All my homies split up, east, west for colleges
Smoke the pain away, been having a lot of this
City girl summer, these women outta pocket
Aw shit, hit your bitch with the raw dick. She want this
I don't pray for your downfall
But I'm hoping that the crown falls
Place my bets on the house call
Oh shit can you calm down
Pour it up. Homie driving drunk on Sepulveda
What the f*ck he doing? I'm praying that I live it up
Red light blue light, my paranoia
Rolling up a blunt, this too much for ya
Work for the bonus I'm boning your bitch and she moanin she groanin
The morning come the f*ck I'm exploding she open her mouth
We discussin f*ck in abundance I'm running some errands
People sleeping, rap game peepin, and they seeing moves I make
All the pain all the fame
What it's worth
What you do this for
What's your purpose? F*cking bitches? Closing curtains? F*ck that shit
All the bitches, come and go
All you do is f*ck and go
You ain't loyal, you don't deserve royalty
Truthfully, you will see, bitches are commodities
If all you want is clout, then your friendships are hostilities
Possibly, you f*ck up, and you become novelty
God has seen you're obsolete, you're a damn catastrophe
I'm just rolling through the city
Homie smoking up a spliffy
Acting silly people pity
Give a minute lemme finish
I just feel so damn diminished
Do i fit in do I look out
Acting out I panic
Cuz I have become a tragic
Lacking logic stuck in past I'm nostalgic
Always mad, like the baddies
That I'm catching at my classroom
I can't match you I'm just past you
I'm not sorry for myself
I be rapping f*ck the sales
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Writer: Akif Khaled
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Written by: Akif Khaled

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