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What It Is?

 

What It Is?

(album: PAIN? - 2020)


I just don't understand
Baby, understand that I'm just married to the dead
I don't hear what you say
Baby, understand that I'm just married to the dead, like

What it is, like what the fuck?
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuck
You can't get an inch of this paper, baby, what?
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks, I got them papercuts on my thumb

Shuffle a bitch just like I'm Gambit, addict
Lean all in my cup
Momma knowing that she raised a savage
I was a demon from the jump
Okay, like you claim that you know me
Baby, you don't even know me
Knock a rapper top
Right off the top like he Mick Foley
Got a creep from the dead end live one sir
Don't care so then I spoke it
That little ho say she wouldn't love me
My heart got a hole in it, controlling it
Sipping on so much drink that I got motion sick
One phone call to Tank, we leave it blank
It's nice to know you, friend
Fuck your bitch, make her say "Uh," [?]
Okay, like he claim he an opp but he's too broke to even know a nigga

What it is, like what the fuck?
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuck
You can't get an inch of this paper, baby, what?
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks, I got them papercuts on my thumb
What it is, like what the fuck?
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuck
You can't get an inch of this paper, baby, what?
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks, I got them papercuts on my thumb

Okay, I'm high and I'm still on ten
Pop an X pill now I feel dead
Drop a God damn opp when another damn shot
Now that fuck nigga better be dead
Lil' mama she put it on her shoulder
Now I'm old enough to be her uncle
Give her double dose of this dick
Like perc ten, man, she want one
Okay, like Batman, bitch, I'm off of it
Looking at the ground, where my coffin is
Talk to the dead, my alter twin
Pint of the Wock', my starter kit
Switch up the play like an audible
Body count, man, I slaughter hoes
Make it go 'round like a 'round a go
Money too big, can't stand for bro
Gotta sing to the hoes like I'm Jodessy
Funny how the [?] notice me
Okay, like she claim that she bad but she too broke to even notice me, like

What it is, like what the fuck?
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuck
You can't get an inch of this paper, baby, what?
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks, I got them papercuts on my thumb
What it is, like what the fuck?
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuck
You can't get an inch of this paper, baby, what?
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks, I got them papercuts on my thumb

done

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