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Quarantine Tales
(专辑: MSYKM - 2020)
Right It's like my soul get calm when the
mic cut on My type shit right here Make Sure You Kill Me Paranoia got me waking up clutching a
.40 All this weed just got me high, it do nothing else for me All those bitches and these texts like they fucking adore me And funny vibes in her eyes, ain't fucking with shorty Just been convos with me and me, been stuck in my fucking head Hide the
hurt behind the
clout and baddies in my fucking bed And flying out to Johnny Dang, lil' purchase, nothing big Pop died, I'm clutching lead Smoke 'em in they fucking head Stopped past Mommy house, laying in my mother's bed She know when her baby tripping, hold me, ain't nothing said Rest in peace who didn't live Free the
ones who sit and live Thinking 'fore I
answer to my child, she been inquisitive Wanna change the
view, change the
angle You only s'posed to pull it if they make you Know your worth or you're only worth what they pay you Don't let 'em tag you with labels, nobody living is stable Just thankful Mama was able for cable, food on the
table Thank you, I
hate when I
give and they don't say thank you Like, what if all I
had is what I
gave you? Them stitches had to start from the
naval, was damn near fatal I'm alive 'cause God only call his angels, it's crazy Bitch wanna know why she don't get play from me Fuck what you say to me It's about the
shit you keep away from me Hot girl summer ain't no place for me And the
pussy good but you don't pray for me Came from a
wasteland, prosecutor tryna make the
case land State tans got my head spinning, I
don't breakdance Blood in my palms, can't shake hands Lately I
been making more enemies than I
made friends Ex shoulda trip, had a
bitch, found herself then she dipped Heard she went to Atlanta to be a
nurse but she strip Baby, I
know you gotta do your dirt for the
chips But it is what it is, it ain't mine it ain't his Watch these niggas, your brother could be a
fizz Disloyal how you live, I
flush a
half bird and hit the
crib My ex tried to flex on the
'Gram, told her "stop it" You ran to your ex I
see, but I'm toxic? Me and Gray, all black in school, wasn't gothic I
didn't do my work but loved the
projects Russie with the
triple dub, Harden with the
side step Gave Cuz forever though, infinity time left New plug, price low, said he down to talk to me Dosed off counting 80 thousand, it was all twenties Shot him then he dropped, had excitement from the
fall, gave me Reason to answer them dark demons when they calling me Bottle it up, they out of stock but they got 'em for us He still breathing, you ain't shot him enough It's gang code, I
need honorary trust I
still don't talk to my father enough I
still don't talk to Alana enough Profit would be left after the
fee Charge a
killing but he dropped 'cause it's me A
man of my word, I
bought three 'cause G
respect G
Make Gray rob him if want it to be free He took a
25, who the
fuck told him plea? New case, wish he never hopped up in the V
I
know niggas balled up together from the
bottom He made a
quarter million with the
nigga then he lined him Hear helicopter sirens, been tryna move the
package Whatever, just make it happen, no job 'cause if is jagged Plus he beefing with savage who want his cabbage His running made 'ratic Caught his mama sniffing then he stopped trapping Regrets and apologies, old kills, spirits still follow me I'm probably never gon' make it where I
gotta be Long as Newark proud of me Them bullets still inside of me Them prices on the
arm, you really planting for the
quality We roll around, Cuz hit my phone, need to hold a
pound Baby Cuz died 'cause we told him back hold it down Caught a
shooting case, Mama visit with a
open frown Hospital bed had her crying like, "It's over now?" Gained bread, more bread, dabble in some bitches Call Joe, "I got some aliens, they different." Looking at my stomach, nigga, wishing I
don't end up with the
fishes Know some devils but my grandmama Christian Ain't no televisions, we is living in color Seen a
nigga get his soul lift middle of summer Heard it was a
confidential, nigga mentioned the
gunner What if somebody do my daughter like I
did to her mother? Nigga gotta chill Think I
changed first time I
caught a
kill Lost screws nailing niggas on them drills Sold a
lil' weed, a
lil' coke, a
lil' pills Steal a
sack, catch a
bullet run it back through the
field Riding longs we got wheels I
touch my bullet hole, get the
chills It ain't over nigga, demons on your heels Wasn't like the
Cosby's, never had a
bill Pull up to D
airing, I'm just praying buddy heal Threesomes out in Washington, bitches know the
deal It's like I'm really popping on my cousin Brad Beal Nigga too cold I'm just tryna long ball like Manute Bol Separate the
bag from the
fool's gold Hi-Point jam, we don't shoot those Quiet when the
truth told Case won, couple technicalities and loopholes Took a
trip, I
ain't pack a
bag, bought some new clothes Pool side, me and [?] eating fruit bowls 'Bout to rain, push a
button, make the
roof close Talking 'bout "he drippy," nigga son need school clothes I
don't know how these niggas dancing Mommy still ain't got a
mansion If you up, prepare for landing, right? 'Cause even the
greatest they gotta make a
drop Time can't make it stop Cheese made 'em change, nigga ate the
block Me, I'm tryna eat, you want a
plate or not? Chasing something fancy 'round the
telly like Jamie Foxx Bloodshot eyes, we don't do no cop ties Chemist in the
kitchen, certain mixes make the
pot rise Gang block, no you can not sell it if it's not ours Grandma ask, "How you think you made it if it's not God?" Guess I'm wrong 'cause I
want 'em all hit I
just shut up 'fore I
say the
wrong shit This the
life, that's all— I
knew it was something missing Gang! (Gang!) Drug dealers, gang bangers, hood bitches stripping Bands busting out the
pants, jeans barely fit him Keep a
watch for the
Rollie Coppers tryna patrol me Last bitch, she a
oldie Lil' homies in stolies Trapping in Givenchy, trapping in Givenchy The
feds squeezing on the
hood, praying they don't pinch me Fucking on a
bitch from the
Bahamas I
spent three bands on my piranhas Gotta wonder how she found us Opps sent the
bitch, she tryna line us We send her back home in her pajamas Ten bands casually with sweats on Plug said shoes off at the
door, wasn't stepped on Balenciaga socks, sneakers matching with the
teflon Carry least 30 case I
gotta get my chef on Gotta put the
set on Group of friends from out of town, all eaters too Was shocking niggas since a
kid, word to Pikachu Point to point, but I'll drop if you copping a
few Your man a
rat and you don't know it, be copping a
few Grandma said something feel funny, she could feel it Probably 'cause I'm hanging with these killers ('Cause I'm hanging with these killers) ('Cause I'm hanging with these killers) ('Cause I'm hanging with these killers) ('Cause I'm hanging with these, with these, with these—) Paranoia, I
ain't sleeping, demons in my head Cut some suckers out my circle, all my friends dead Beef, we skin the
cattle Snake, you hear him rattle The
killer only 18, mix some lean with Snapple New bitches, old indictment, same Jewish rep She 21 and she a
savage, pull through for neck It be choppers and skullies Niggas lying, don't love me Her father heard that I'm a
goon, her mama wanna fuck me Niggas sliding with purpose We supplying with hearses Don't go to church, I
know the
preacher be buying and purchase Trapping in designer, trapping in designer I
seen a
road dog turn into a
anaconda All the
faces blue Cold cells, hate it too Cuz bust cars like wells, but a
chase'll do Body, that's a
TD Pop up like we 3D And I
don't like rappers, I
don't wanna hear your CD Grandma said something feel funny, she could feel it Probably 'cause I'm hanging with these killers
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