Every time it rain I swear it get hard for me to shed a tear
Wonder why they hate me cause my motive still ain't disappeared
And
How he always rap bout money
He ain't touched a million still
How he call this shit The Artist
They can't get the picture still
If it wasn't for pandemic 2020 ain't make my vision clear
Talking gangsta inside of yo songs is what got yo brother killed
Don't rap that gangsta shit if you don't live that life Forreal
Craps game shoot dice and chill
He sing songs like Bryson Tiller
High school he balled on the court
Guess he wasn't fit for the field
Turned the hallways to the trap
Packs came in vacuum sealed
Own homie rat him out
Tried to take his name form him
Keep trying to run game on him
Fuck that take his chain from him
It's crazy in yo city they don't show love I feel that hatred still
Crazy how that bitch keep trying pin me wit her baby still
Came in the bitch 30 deep strapped up like the navy seal
Gmcs might spin his block oh he bout that life for real for real
Look the artist way I paint pictures
Tso nardo da Vinci
Might grab some glasses for these niggas to see it more vivid
Might be the realest in it shit do you hate me for wishing
Long nights in that kitchen I been reminiscing look
Hold up get back to the facts
This shit here way more then rap
Adam can't even trust a bitch
Ain't take a snake to show me that
Yo family show the fakest love
Took for me to show em that
Mikey just might chill wit you
Me I don't condone in rats
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Jack fell down and broke his hat
Story say that Jill came back
Fuck that shit we know it's cap
Ain't no fairytale inside no books gone show yo son the facts
Fuck how it is this how it look point me where the lie was at
I just gave real life examples
Jill went turned into dancer
She say jack ain't got no manners
Jill left jack were he standing
So shit I feel you jack fuck that bitch don't take her back
Tell that bitch go eat a dick
Fuck die on a heart attack
Aye bitch do you hate me still
Yo life is the price to live
Hate to see them niggas breathing
Kill who got my cousin killed
Don't give two fucks about they feelings
That's just what it take to heal
Burry them niggas bag'em and put'em where them coffins is
Wonder why they hate me cause my motive still ain't disappeared
And
How he always rap bout money
He ain't touched a million still
How he call this shit The Artist
They can't get the picture still
If it wasn't for pandemic 2020 ain't make my vision clear
Talking gangsta inside of yo songs is what got yo brother killed
Don't rap that gangsta shit if you don't live that life Forreal
Craps game shoot dice and chill
He sing songs like Bryson Tiller
High school he balled on the court
Guess he wasn't fit for the field
Turned the hallways to the trap
Packs came in vacuum sealed
Own homie rat him out
Tried to take his name form him
Keep trying to run game on him
Fuck that take his chain from him
It's crazy in yo city they don't show love I feel that hatred still
Crazy how that bitch keep trying pin me wit her baby still
Came in the bitch 30 deep strapped up like the navy seal
Gmcs might spin his block oh he bout that life for real for real
Look the artist way I paint pictures
Tso nardo da Vinci
Might grab some glasses for these niggas to see it more vivid
Might be the realest in it shit do you hate me for wishing
Long nights in that kitchen I been reminiscing look
Hold up get back to the facts
This shit here way more then rap
Adam can't even trust a bitch
Ain't take a snake to show me that
Yo family show the fakest love
Took for me to show em that
Mikey just might chill wit you
Me I don't condone in rats
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Jack fell down and broke his hat
Story say that Jill came back
Fuck that shit we know it's cap
Ain't no fairytale inside no books gone show yo son the facts
Fuck how it is this how it look point me where the lie was at
I just gave real life examples
Jill went turned into dancer
She say jack ain't got no manners
Jill left jack were he standing
So shit I feel you jack fuck that bitch don't take her back
Tell that bitch go eat a dick
Fuck die on a heart attack
Aye bitch do you hate me still
Yo life is the price to live
Hate to see them niggas breathing
Kill who got my cousin killed
Don't give two fucks about they feelings
That's just what it take to heal
Burry them niggas bag'em and put'em where them coffins is
( True Scorpio )
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