When Im
Callin out loud her name in the morning
Colors black white, man - i dont care
Shootin tree after brush and i call it
Blazin up the spark jusa fire fare
As a hundreds times dat i mentioned
I dont like that gainin attention
But a steel what i stomp with a passion
Life's like a
Addiction
Fake news, gold preachers
Old schools, new teachers
Pickin up the notes that i cannot reach
I'm growin as a man while you tryina pitch'em
No rich, no poor i cringe they tour
Thnx god our sight is blur
No time to sack, no money bag
I'll make'em dissappurr
Take that luck im about to wreck
Now pressure's up on yo saggy neck
Imma pulse dat bass imma conquer states
Imma be that motherf*ckin pretty face
Not a flacko - waste
Yeah i got that in my taste
Imma vicious boi you're phased
50 taykays for the race
Huh
Songs about the murders
Always been a lie
If u rappin truth
Be prepared to die
Missin all the thoughts
Pissin on you thots
Stuck upon the loss
She's about to cry
Wine and diary
She counts the lottery
Mission failure
Anti-loving it
Imma be that "he"
Huh
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When Im
Callin out loud her name in the morning
Colors black white, man - i dont care
Shootin tree after brush and i call it
Blazin up the spark jusa fire fare
As a hundreds times dat i mentioned
I dont like that gainin attention
But a steel what i stomp with a passion
Life's like a
Addiction
Fake news, gold preachers
Old schools, new teachers
Pickin up the notes that i cannot reach
I'm growin as a man while you tryina pitch'em
No rich, no poor i cringe they tour
Thnx god our sight is blur
No time to sack, no money bag
I'll make'em dissappurr
Take that luck im about to wreck
Now pressure's up on yo saggy neck
Imma pulse dat bass imma conquer states
Imma be that motherf*ckin pretty face
Not a flacko - waste
Yeah i got that in my taste
Imma vicious boi you're phased
50 taykays for the race
Huh
Songs about the murders
Always been a lie
If u rappin truth
Be prepared to die
Missin all the thoughts
Pissin on you thots
Stuck upon the loss
She's about to cry
Wine and diary
She counts the lottery
Mission failure
Anti-loving it
Imma be that "he"
Huh
Callin out loud her name in the morning
Colors black white, man - i dont care
Shootin tree after brush and i call it
Blazin up the spark jusa fire fare
As a hundreds times dat i mentioned
I dont like that gainin attention
But a steel what i stomp with a passion
Life's like a
Addiction
Fake news, gold preachers
Old schools, new teachers
Pickin up the notes that i cannot reach
I'm growin as a man while you tryina pitch'em
No rich, no poor i cringe they tour
Thnx god our sight is blur
No time to sack, no money bag
I'll make'em dissappurr
Take that luck im about to wreck
Now pressure's up on yo saggy neck
Imma pulse dat bass imma conquer states
Imma be that motherf*ckin pretty face
Not a flacko - waste
Yeah i got that in my taste
Imma vicious boi you're phased
50 taykays for the race
Huh
Songs about the murders
Always been a lie
If u rappin truth
Be prepared to die
Missin all the thoughts
Pissin on you thots
Stuck upon the loss
She's about to cry
Wine and diary
She counts the lottery
Mission failure
Anti-loving it
Imma be that "he"
Huh
Writer: Denis Potapov
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