It go ring around the rosie, pockets full of posy, bitches acting like they know me
I won't ever let em own me, niggas mad they can't control me, got em gossiping to homies
Won't be calling up the phonies, I guess that's what hoes do, like that's what Hoes say, shout
Out to Jose, he got the raw yay, right off of broadway, was out there all day
Trapping in hallways, tryna go get it, me and my niggas, tryna go flip it, in Honda civics, with windows
Tinted, play your position, the clock was ticking, f*cking on Dyckman bitches, that's how we live it
Yeah, I'm on my pivot, word, I see the coppers on the curb, word, and those my niggas with the birds
Swerve, and I be speeding through the red lights to get my bread right, they know I'm dead right and though I'm Dead wrong, you know my bread strong, so don't get stepped on
I'm on that teflon, don't get your head blown, I really do this, Jesus to Judas, Caesar to Brutus
You niggas stupid, you should be students, uh, but I know just how it feels, tryna count a hundred
Mill, uh, tell me nigga keep it real, uh, but they wonder how it feels, yeah
Make my soul give you chills, make my words give you thrills, uh, tryna open up this portal, yeah, got me Feeling I'm immortal
Live forever, die now, or die young and live young, or die old, and never be remembered
Pick and choose, live your dream, or should you snooze, I came from a far away place
But I'm here today, gone tomorrow, but I'm here to stay, uh
Promises break, but promises made, promises made, promises break, uh
Braend Lee - Fight Club Lyrics
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It go ring around the rosie, pockets full of posy, bitches acting like they know me
I won't ever let em own me, niggas mad they can't control me, got em gossiping to homies
Won't be calling up the phonies, I guess that's what hoes do, like that's what Hoes say, shout
Out to Jose, he got the raw yay, right off of broadway, was out there all day
Trapping in hallways, tryna go get it, me and my niggas, tryna go flip it, in Honda civics, with windows
Tinted, play your position, the clock was ticking, f*cking on Dyckman bitches, that's how we live it
Yeah, I'm on my pivot, word, I see the coppers on the curb, word, and those my niggas with the birds
Swerve, and I be speeding through the red lights to get my bread right, they know I'm dead right and though I'm Dead wrong, you know my bread strong, so don't get stepped on
I'm on that teflon, don't get your head blown, I really do this, Jesus to Judas, Caesar to Brutus
You niggas stupid, you should be students, uh, but I know just how it feels, tryna count a hundred
Mill, uh, tell me nigga keep it real, uh, but they wonder how it feels, yeah
Make my soul give you chills, make my words give you thrills, uh, tryna open up this portal, yeah, got me Feeling I'm immortal
Live forever, die now, or die young and live young, or die old, and never be remembered
Pick and choose, live your dream, or should you snooze, I came from a far away place
But I'm here today, gone tomorrow, but I'm here to stay, uh
Promises break, but promises made, promises made, promises break, uh
I won't ever let em own me, niggas mad they can't control me, got em gossiping to homies
Won't be calling up the phonies, I guess that's what hoes do, like that's what Hoes say, shout
Out to Jose, he got the raw yay, right off of broadway, was out there all day
Trapping in hallways, tryna go get it, me and my niggas, tryna go flip it, in Honda civics, with windows
Tinted, play your position, the clock was ticking, f*cking on Dyckman bitches, that's how we live it
Yeah, I'm on my pivot, word, I see the coppers on the curb, word, and those my niggas with the birds
Swerve, and I be speeding through the red lights to get my bread right, they know I'm dead right and though I'm Dead wrong, you know my bread strong, so don't get stepped on
I'm on that teflon, don't get your head blown, I really do this, Jesus to Judas, Caesar to Brutus
You niggas stupid, you should be students, uh, but I know just how it feels, tryna count a hundred
Mill, uh, tell me nigga keep it real, uh, but they wonder how it feels, yeah
Make my soul give you chills, make my words give you thrills, uh, tryna open up this portal, yeah, got me Feeling I'm immortal
Live forever, die now, or die young and live young, or die old, and never be remembered
Pick and choose, live your dream, or should you snooze, I came from a far away place
But I'm here today, gone tomorrow, but I'm here to stay, uh
Promises break, but promises made, promises made, promises break, uh
Writer: Braend Lee
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