(3, 3, 37212)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
37212
Don't act like you didn't know that you never knew
Kill a fake friend cause I gotta follow through
Welcome to the show, we go harder than the sioux
(What)
37212
A year ago I had yet to come to man
Blinded by a debut, needed to construe
Died in the pacific, drowned by my life's single truth
Back, back, back,
Back the f*ck up while I smash this cognac
All on the ground, take a match and that's that
This that loud sound, feel the crack of the bat
No one can stop me, bitch I'd never copy
These new artists sloppy, their ideas all fall flat
And I've been so patient to get what I'm chasing
This bottled frustration's what keep me attached
Staring at the moon
Breaking through a cloudy night
Wishing it was June
When life was feeling kinda right
Keep falling, further down
Need to stop fading from the light
Respect doesn't warrant a diamond crown
So stop barking if you don't want to feel the bite
37212
Don't act like you didn't know that you never knew
Kill a fake friend cause I gotta follow through
Welcome to the show, we go harder than the sioux (What)
37212
A year ago I had yet to come to man
Blinded by a debut, needed to construe
Died in the pacific, drowned by my life's single truth
(3, 3, 37212)
Fire on the ground and it's still smoking (Smoking, smoking)
Slam the door on a hoe, bitch I'm thot provoking (Ha, ha, ha!)
Tryna talk me down, little boy is you joking (What the f*ck?)
Flipping it all around, ain't no way I'm slowing
Shit I'm sorry ma you caught me in the moment
But these fake ass motherf*ckers
Need to know that they eroding, I'm exploding
What you think they gon do
Spend all their money on a chain or some shoes
Flaunt that shit off like the king of the crew
Then rely on struggle bars to go talk about their dues
Yeah, executions on the news
But people die everyday so the alarm be on snooze
Cultists thinking that they found their own muse
Believing with his power we won't never ever lose, uh
Yeah, we never gon lose, never gon crash
Always gon clash
But take it all back when there's nothing but ash
Cause all that they did was throw earth in the trash
In this age, nothing's more scary than a handgun
So why the f*ck people hand them off to their grandsons
Little susie picked on little dick cause of a loved one
Next day dick taught the school about how to run
(3, 3, 3, 3)
(37212)
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(3, 3, 37212)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
37212
Don't act like you didn't know that you never knew
Kill a fake friend cause I gotta follow through
Welcome to the show, we go harder than the sioux
(What)
37212
A year ago I had yet to come to man
Blinded by a debut, needed to construe
Died in the pacific, drowned by my life's single truth
Back, back, back,
Back the f*ck up while I smash this cognac
All on the ground, take a match and that's that
This that loud sound, feel the crack of the bat
No one can stop me, bitch I'd never copy
These new artists sloppy, their ideas all fall flat
And I've been so patient to get what I'm chasing
This bottled frustration's what keep me attached
Staring at the moon
Breaking through a cloudy night
Wishing it was June
When life was feeling kinda right
Keep falling, further down
Need to stop fading from the light
Respect doesn't warrant a diamond crown
So stop barking if you don't want to feel the bite
37212
Don't act like you didn't know that you never knew
Kill a fake friend cause I gotta follow through
Welcome to the show, we go harder than the sioux (What)
37212
A year ago I had yet to come to man
Blinded by a debut, needed to construe
Died in the pacific, drowned by my life's single truth
(3, 3, 37212)
Fire on the ground and it's still smoking (Smoking, smoking)
Slam the door on a hoe, bitch I'm thot provoking (Ha, ha, ha!)
Tryna talk me down, little boy is you joking (What the f*ck?)
Flipping it all around, ain't no way I'm slowing
Shit I'm sorry ma you caught me in the moment
But these fake ass motherf*ckers
Need to know that they eroding, I'm exploding
What you think they gon do
Spend all their money on a chain or some shoes
Flaunt that shit off like the king of the crew
Then rely on struggle bars to go talk about their dues
Yeah, executions on the news
But people die everyday so the alarm be on snooze
Cultists thinking that they found their own muse
Believing with his power we won't never ever lose, uh
Yeah, we never gon lose, never gon crash
Always gon clash
But take it all back when there's nothing but ash
Cause all that they did was throw earth in the trash
In this age, nothing's more scary than a handgun
So why the f*ck people hand them off to their grandsons
Little susie picked on little dick cause of a loved one
Next day dick taught the school about how to run
(3, 3, 3, 3)
(37212)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
37212
Don't act like you didn't know that you never knew
Kill a fake friend cause I gotta follow through
Welcome to the show, we go harder than the sioux
(What)
37212
A year ago I had yet to come to man
Blinded by a debut, needed to construe
Died in the pacific, drowned by my life's single truth
Back, back, back,
Back the f*ck up while I smash this cognac
All on the ground, take a match and that's that
This that loud sound, feel the crack of the bat
No one can stop me, bitch I'd never copy
These new artists sloppy, their ideas all fall flat
And I've been so patient to get what I'm chasing
This bottled frustration's what keep me attached
Staring at the moon
Breaking through a cloudy night
Wishing it was June
When life was feeling kinda right
Keep falling, further down
Need to stop fading from the light
Respect doesn't warrant a diamond crown
So stop barking if you don't want to feel the bite
37212
Don't act like you didn't know that you never knew
Kill a fake friend cause I gotta follow through
Welcome to the show, we go harder than the sioux (What)
37212
A year ago I had yet to come to man
Blinded by a debut, needed to construe
Died in the pacific, drowned by my life's single truth
(3, 3, 37212)
Fire on the ground and it's still smoking (Smoking, smoking)
Slam the door on a hoe, bitch I'm thot provoking (Ha, ha, ha!)
Tryna talk me down, little boy is you joking (What the f*ck?)
Flipping it all around, ain't no way I'm slowing
Shit I'm sorry ma you caught me in the moment
But these fake ass motherf*ckers
Need to know that they eroding, I'm exploding
What you think they gon do
Spend all their money on a chain or some shoes
Flaunt that shit off like the king of the crew
Then rely on struggle bars to go talk about their dues
Yeah, executions on the news
But people die everyday so the alarm be on snooze
Cultists thinking that they found their own muse
Believing with his power we won't never ever lose, uh
Yeah, we never gon lose, never gon crash
Always gon clash
But take it all back when there's nothing but ash
Cause all that they did was throw earth in the trash
In this age, nothing's more scary than a handgun
So why the f*ck people hand them off to their grandsons
Little susie picked on little dick cause of a loved one
Next day dick taught the school about how to run
(3, 3, 3, 3)
(37212)
Writer: Rupert McIntosh
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid