Colloseesze - Twisted (feat. Dom Vera) Lyrics

I'm just tryna get some f*cking cash you bitch
Why you on my case? Imma need some space you bitch
I'm just tryna make this shit last you bitch
Think I've had enough I really cant keep this bitch

I'm doing a lot. I'm making it work
I'm working real hard. These niggas is not...
Reap what you sow man you already know
I been blessed with the heart of a giant
Focused on serving these haters like clients
I keep it business, money bag on me
Feel like I'm cursed got these leaches around me
They want my energy, they want my soul. I'm yelling no
Bad vibes nigga back up. Bad bitch in the back seat
Feed my vices feeling real icy. Poison your heart like its ivy
I need my shit on repeat youn gman you know imma eat
I bring the smoke and the heat!

That bitch want me dead. Want my soul twisted
They will have my head, Take me from the living
They be jealous of my bitches and my liquor
Your bitch says she'll give me head for a picture
I'm on some other shit. I'm on my other shit
I'm on who the f*ck cares if you my brother shit!
Its banana clip. These niggas slip
If you want a hit, I come equipped

I come equipped to let it rip. The times is hard I never trip
Marry Jayne that's on my lip I pray for peace don't need a piece
Taunt me you might see the beast. She f*ck me then she f*ck my mind
She leave me feeling dead inside and I been ducking suicide
Them self destructive tendencies. That chardonnay with Hennessy
Ignoring all my enemies. I never waste my energy
Focus on my destiny. I swear the angels speak to me
While all these demons scream at me I know this life is killing me

I'm just tryna get some f*cking cash you bitch
Why you on my case? Imma need some space you bitch
I'm just tryna make this shit last you bitch
Think I've had enough I really cant keep this bitch

Sinning on a Sunday. Girl you got me sinning on a Sunday
Sinning on a Sunday. swimming on a Sunday
Shorty got me sinning on a Sunday . Sinning on a Sunday
Swimming on a Sunday. Shorty got me swimming on a Sunday
Sinning on a Sunday

Conscience caught in cycles complicated
Niggas ain't shit constipated keep it constant
I been dedicated feel the devil vices gripping tight
Pen to paper till I'm feeling right
I been overlooked for a minute
Working hard I'm working on my limits
Grow to be the man I need to be
Drop the vices set my mind free
Remember momma told me I could be...
Anything just set your mind to it!
Young man you got to grind for it!