Flash Baccs Of The LICC

(albüm: Newark Mixtape - 2015)

Lately I, lately I been wondering what I'm becoming
Or what's possibly coming to something
Heart thumping, I feel it in my stomach
Cold winter, cold heart, hoodie tied, Jaw strings
Gotta keep warm, man, I'm gunned down
Don't want beef, just something I gotta keep
In case them tires start to screech
And enemies try to come 'round
Bad bitches wanna fuck with a nigga
Every good girl swearing she could comfort a nigga
New bitch keep saying that she done with a nigga
DMing my ex back like, "What you want from a nigga?"
It figures, side bitch bugging
Pack her bags, she be tripping, tripping on the same shit
Beef, beef, argue, beef, same spit
Main reason I ain't got a main bitch

Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screaming
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscing of the scheming
Mommy told me I was speeding
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screaming
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscing of the scheming
Mommy told me I was speeding
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass

Nobody move, nobody get hurt
No lie—only work was put in work, work, work
Nine-to-five wouldn't work, work
If I'm a new boy, then you're a jerk
And everybody wanna love you when everybody love you
Never let they bitch beg you
You damn sure can't let they nigga try to bread you
Put it in the pot till it bubble
Shit a nigga do for a double
Same shit that feed my seed
Is the same shit that got a nigga finger-fucking Trouble
Raw sex with Karma, had to double up on armor
Flirting with Death, I just bought a new TEC

Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screaming
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscing of the scheming
Mommy told me I was speeding
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screaming
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscing of the scheming
Mommy told me I was speeding
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass