Yeah yeah
De Luca
Ima do something wavy real quick.
Ima pull up with the semi automatic
Heard they wanted beef?
Okay f*ck it ima let em have it
Hunnit rounds a second get the sparking
Caught them niggas lacking
Shoot em like a target
Hit em twice and had him walking backwards
Backwoods I don't f*ck with
Stuff it in a cone my nigga put it in a bong
Go up in smoke and then write a dozen sing alongs
My mind be tripping had them clicking cuz I'm talking wreckless
I got a checklist of investments and not one's a necklace
I think the pressure got me shinning, precious
They think the diamonds got em shinning, that's a false impression
The way I rhyme with perfect timing
I am the definition of a perfectionist
With a little lemonTWIST like a Sprite bitch
They wanna see me doing mediocre
Barley paying bills stomach hurting
That's why I'm always working
I gotta make it
I know my hustles worth it
I know some niggas wanna put my body in the Earth
And pull my soul up off the surface
But they can't shoot me down
I run the beat with 50 different sounds
Like ooh ooh
Ah ah
I'm supa fly
No suit and tie
No suu whoop I choose
To preach a little knowledge to my people
Less violence more acknowledging the ones
Opposing all the evils
In this f*cked up world they wanna see you dead
They show up to your funeral
But they are never there
They not around you when you lose
But when you winning it is clear
They want the attention
More than your friendship
Never do they mention
Anything without a pension
Or some type of personal gain
Otherwise its dirt on your name
You dirt stain
F*ck how you feel the worst way
That your life could end up
I hope and I church pray that it does
Because you ain't shit
F*ck ya buzz I hope that you slit ya wrist
Lil bitch
This the type of shit some people really deal with
I be too deep in my zone
To even really be affected
By the negative forces set against me
Positive energy the only kind that gets to me
But sometimes I be real low
Or I be anxious as f*ck
Sometimes I'm stuck up in my head
Or I just don't give a f*ck
Sometimes I feel like I'm the greatest
I be glowing it up
Sometimes I feel like I need credit
Like I don't get enough
Even though I know I get me enough
I know I did me enough
I'm still confused should I keep doing this stuff?
Should I give up?
Or keep going?
Ain't no telling nigga
Only god is knowing
I'm just blowing
Pounds down its my psychiatric coping mechanism
Momma mad she doesn't really like me smoking
But I'm still getting high every single day
Fighting thoughts of suicide pretty often with no shame
Its the name of the game
When you play how I play
And your brain chemistry is my way
Hoping the father doesn't come take me away today
I took some sour shit and made lemonade
Yeah
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Yeah yeah
De Luca
Ima do something wavy real quick.
Ima pull up with the semi automatic
Heard they wanted beef?
Okay f*ck it ima let em have it
Hunnit rounds a second get the sparking
Caught them niggas lacking
Shoot em like a target
Hit em twice and had him walking backwards
Backwoods I don't f*ck with
Stuff it in a cone my nigga put it in a bong
Go up in smoke and then write a dozen sing alongs
My mind be tripping had them clicking cuz I'm talking wreckless
I got a checklist of investments and not one's a necklace
I think the pressure got me shinning, precious
They think the diamonds got em shinning, that's a false impression
The way I rhyme with perfect timing
I am the definition of a perfectionist
With a little lemonTWIST like a Sprite bitch
They wanna see me doing mediocre
Barley paying bills stomach hurting
That's why I'm always working
I gotta make it
I know my hustles worth it
I know some niggas wanna put my body in the Earth
And pull my soul up off the surface
But they can't shoot me down
I run the beat with 50 different sounds
Like ooh ooh
Ah ah
I'm supa fly
No suit and tie
No suu whoop I choose
To preach a little knowledge to my people
Less violence more acknowledging the ones
Opposing all the evils
In this f*cked up world they wanna see you dead
They show up to your funeral
But they are never there
They not around you when you lose
But when you winning it is clear
They want the attention
More than your friendship
Never do they mention
Anything without a pension
Or some type of personal gain
Otherwise its dirt on your name
You dirt stain
F*ck how you feel the worst way
That your life could end up
I hope and I church pray that it does
Because you ain't shit
F*ck ya buzz I hope that you slit ya wrist
Lil bitch
This the type of shit some people really deal with
I be too deep in my zone
To even really be affected
By the negative forces set against me
Positive energy the only kind that gets to me
But sometimes I be real low
Or I be anxious as f*ck
Sometimes I'm stuck up in my head
Or I just don't give a f*ck
Sometimes I feel like I'm the greatest
I be glowing it up
Sometimes I feel like I need credit
Like I don't get enough
Even though I know I get me enough
I know I did me enough
I'm still confused should I keep doing this stuff?
Should I give up?
Or keep going?
Ain't no telling nigga
Only god is knowing
I'm just blowing
Pounds down its my psychiatric coping mechanism
Momma mad she doesn't really like me smoking
But I'm still getting high every single day
Fighting thoughts of suicide pretty often with no shame
Its the name of the game
When you play how I play
And your brain chemistry is my way
Hoping the father doesn't come take me away today
I took some sour shit and made lemonade
Yeah
De Luca
Ima do something wavy real quick.
Ima pull up with the semi automatic
Heard they wanted beef?
Okay f*ck it ima let em have it
Hunnit rounds a second get the sparking
Caught them niggas lacking
Shoot em like a target
Hit em twice and had him walking backwards
Backwoods I don't f*ck with
Stuff it in a cone my nigga put it in a bong
Go up in smoke and then write a dozen sing alongs
My mind be tripping had them clicking cuz I'm talking wreckless
I got a checklist of investments and not one's a necklace
I think the pressure got me shinning, precious
They think the diamonds got em shinning, that's a false impression
The way I rhyme with perfect timing
I am the definition of a perfectionist
With a little lemonTWIST like a Sprite bitch
They wanna see me doing mediocre
Barley paying bills stomach hurting
That's why I'm always working
I gotta make it
I know my hustles worth it
I know some niggas wanna put my body in the Earth
And pull my soul up off the surface
But they can't shoot me down
I run the beat with 50 different sounds
Like ooh ooh
Ah ah
I'm supa fly
No suit and tie
No suu whoop I choose
To preach a little knowledge to my people
Less violence more acknowledging the ones
Opposing all the evils
In this f*cked up world they wanna see you dead
They show up to your funeral
But they are never there
They not around you when you lose
But when you winning it is clear
They want the attention
More than your friendship
Never do they mention
Anything without a pension
Or some type of personal gain
Otherwise its dirt on your name
You dirt stain
F*ck how you feel the worst way
That your life could end up
I hope and I church pray that it does
Because you ain't shit
F*ck ya buzz I hope that you slit ya wrist
Lil bitch
This the type of shit some people really deal with
I be too deep in my zone
To even really be affected
By the negative forces set against me
Positive energy the only kind that gets to me
But sometimes I be real low
Or I be anxious as f*ck
Sometimes I'm stuck up in my head
Or I just don't give a f*ck
Sometimes I feel like I'm the greatest
I be glowing it up
Sometimes I feel like I need credit
Like I don't get enough
Even though I know I get me enough
I know I did me enough
I'm still confused should I keep doing this stuff?
Should I give up?
Or keep going?
Ain't no telling nigga
Only god is knowing
I'm just blowing
Pounds down its my psychiatric coping mechanism
Momma mad she doesn't really like me smoking
But I'm still getting high every single day
Fighting thoughts of suicide pretty often with no shame
Its the name of the game
When you play how I play
And your brain chemistry is my way
Hoping the father doesn't come take me away today
I took some sour shit and made lemonade
Yeah
Writer: Marcus Carter II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid