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On It

 

On It

(álbum: V - 2017)


You ain't never been inside my mind
I got killer's bitches all up on my line
Call my phone when they just need to cop a dime
Know I bring this shit like I just got a sign
I can feel it, I can kill him right now because my partner on the way
Now we bout to set him up and duck a rollie for the case
Snatch his rollie, fuck a phony
You really think you know me
Sold a couple dubs, now you really think we homies
I was cooking by the ounce in my house
Im'a get it like
Semi-automatics hit that shit so he ain't feeling life
Mom up in the kitchen whipping coke like its a mission right
Better be on your shit you bust some clips you get the living like hey
Now we bring it right back
Used to sell a flip-a flip and get away right back
If you ain't know me, get the fuck up my face
I been angry at the world, now I'm looking for my place you know

Tell the truth about'em anyway
Handle all the way like everyday oh
I was on it pack inserted shit to getaway
How we making moves, yet we lay low
I was on it
Late nights, I was on it
Late nights, I was on it
Late nights, I was on it
Late nights, I was on it

Tell me when you fucking figure out
Smoking marijuana in the house
I admit we on the shits I need a out
I done did a lot of shit for bank account
Looking out for hope and its a drought
Tired of feeling pain, I need to bounce
No one in my position
I feel like they never listen
I feel like they never trying
I feel like you always lying
I feel like you white
You never bothered to fight
You never polished your right
You never silencing right
I got the silencer right
Loaded up with a clip
Show that foo that he bitch
And hit a lick with the shit, fuck

Tell the truth about'em anyway
Handle all the way like everyday oh
I was on it pack inserted shit to get away
How we making moves, yet we lay low
I was on it
Late nights, I was on it
Late nights, I was on it
Late nights, I was on it
Late nights, I was on it

They tell me I'm nothing
They're full of nothing
I wanna be something
But let me give you a lil something
I really don't know what to say to you
Everything to you is money

feito

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