[Intro]
Ya'll a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
What that make you? Good?
You not good
So say goodnight to the bad guy
[Chorus]
Talking all that shit it better stick stick stick stick
Don't you try to flip flip flip bitch
Skinny motherfuckers hitting lick lick lick licks
Ain't no fucking trick trick trick bitch
Run up on your homies ain't no risk lil bitch
Snatching on your wallets and your wrists lil bitch
Run up on your homie in his sleep lil bitch
Just might put that work up on your chick lil bitch
[Verse 1]
3am bugging got it swimming in my bloodstream
3am there's nothing on the phone screen
Fingers so shaky i can't even type right
3am trip every night that was our life
I had a dream of a king in the high rise
Meant for bigger things gotta get me through the hard life
This place could've never hold the rogue mind
Potentially a savior for the music in the dark times
In the Hennessy the best of me is drowned out
RIP the innocence my enemies have found out
Ruthless and merciless soldiers
My orders is law to these killers ya'll know this
Struggles the troubles too many
Weight on my shoulders can't focus
Pray i do well for my family
I pray that ya'll death is explosive
[Chorus]
Talking all that shit it better stick stick stick stick
Don't you try to flip flip flip bitch
Skinny motherfuckers hitting lick lick lick licks
Ain't no fucking trick trick trick bitch
Run up on your homies ain't no risk lil bitch
Snatching on your wallets and your wrists lil bitch
Run up on your homie in his sleep lil bitch
Just might put that work up on your chick lil bitch
[Verse 2]
This that hood sound this that real talk
You ain't downtown here the stick talk
Where the weak walk with their hands locked
I'm the big boss let you kick rocks
If you feel cross call me Rick Ross boy ugh
Pipe water ain't no Voss boy ugh
Gym rats trying to bring that sauce out here
Bent back tryna make a life out here
But its rare hearing about that success around here
Still i try, oh so very hard around here
Feels like its only going down all year
Stepping up try to switch it one more gear
I ain't bout to fake flex like i ain't got no fear
But these boys acting hard like they ain't got more tears
Stick man with the steel bangs out here
Ziplocs and the lean drank out here
New boy crack sound into all ya'll ears
[Chorus]
Talking all that shit it better stick stick stick stick
Don't you try to flip flip flip bitch
Skinny motherfuckers hitting lick lick lick licks
Ain't no fucking trick trick trick bitch
Run up on your homies ain't no risk lil bitch
Snatching on your wallets and your wrists lil bitch
Run up on your homie in his sleep lil bitch
Just might put that work up on your chick lil bitch
Ya'll a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
What that make you? Good?
You not good
So say goodnight to the bad guy
[Chorus]
Talking all that shit it better stick stick stick stick
Don't you try to flip flip flip bitch
Skinny motherfuckers hitting lick lick lick licks
Ain't no fucking trick trick trick bitch
Run up on your homies ain't no risk lil bitch
Snatching on your wallets and your wrists lil bitch
Run up on your homie in his sleep lil bitch
Just might put that work up on your chick lil bitch
[Verse 1]
3am bugging got it swimming in my bloodstream
3am there's nothing on the phone screen
Fingers so shaky i can't even type right
3am trip every night that was our life
I had a dream of a king in the high rise
Meant for bigger things gotta get me through the hard life
This place could've never hold the rogue mind
Potentially a savior for the music in the dark times
In the Hennessy the best of me is drowned out
RIP the innocence my enemies have found out
Ruthless and merciless soldiers
My orders is law to these killers ya'll know this
Struggles the troubles too many
Weight on my shoulders can't focus
Pray i do well for my family
I pray that ya'll death is explosive
[Chorus]
Talking all that shit it better stick stick stick stick
Don't you try to flip flip flip bitch
Skinny motherfuckers hitting lick lick lick licks
Ain't no fucking trick trick trick bitch
Run up on your homies ain't no risk lil bitch
Snatching on your wallets and your wrists lil bitch
Run up on your homie in his sleep lil bitch
Just might put that work up on your chick lil bitch
[Verse 2]
This that hood sound this that real talk
You ain't downtown here the stick talk
Where the weak walk with their hands locked
I'm the big boss let you kick rocks
If you feel cross call me Rick Ross boy ugh
Pipe water ain't no Voss boy ugh
Gym rats trying to bring that sauce out here
Bent back tryna make a life out here
But its rare hearing about that success around here
Still i try, oh so very hard around here
Feels like its only going down all year
Stepping up try to switch it one more gear
I ain't bout to fake flex like i ain't got no fear
But these boys acting hard like they ain't got more tears
Stick man with the steel bangs out here
Ziplocs and the lean drank out here
New boy crack sound into all ya'll ears
[Chorus]
Talking all that shit it better stick stick stick stick
Don't you try to flip flip flip bitch
Skinny motherfuckers hitting lick lick lick licks
Ain't no fucking trick trick trick bitch
Run up on your homies ain't no risk lil bitch
Snatching on your wallets and your wrists lil bitch
Run up on your homie in his sleep lil bitch
Just might put that work up on your chick lil bitch
( AE$OP CA$H )
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