808s i feel em jumping in my chest
I be steady droppin they like boy just give that shit a rest
Steady goin through some shit and i think god sent me a test
You was supposed to be my bruddah what the f*ck happened next
Man thought you was my best friend
I guess i learned my lesson
That lil boy ain't got shit but man i swear he always flexin
I got a real bad bitch and took her right up to the westin
My Pull out game real strong but she too bad so it get left in
I'm finna take this shit to the face I'm bout to fade away
I fake it till I make it that's how I be living everyday
But That's just how it be lil bro it's ok not to be ok
But you gotta keep this shit pushin you cannot hesitate
Man I got away but that cop may have got my license plate
But I ain't tripping bout it mane that wasn't my tag anyway
Im Thinkin bout that time that bullet barely missed I said my grace
Remember when that boy tried finesse me and then I broke his f*ckin face
Yuh
Ok let's get it
All of my potnas they tryin to spin it
We just pulled up on the side of this bitch in some whips and I promise ain't none of em rented
I stop at a light and my top do a trick yeah my windows be down I don't care if they tinted
I'm living my life getting top from a bitch in the back if my car that I ain't even driven
My heart it's on ice I'm takin a risk every day of the week tryna get in position
I'm done being nice like get the f*ck outta my face if you don't wanna help me I'm winnin
I'm paying the price ain't gonna speak on it but know it aint easy to live with decisions
I jump on a bike I'm going too fast and I cut off my lights I be testing my vision
The shit I be smoking I'm medicated I ain't talkin about a prescription
Yeah
My bitch a hottie she like a Ferrari that came in a special edition
Yeah
She wanna party we off of the molly we go to a different dimension
Yeah
I ain't sayin sorry bitch yeah I'm the one you missin
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808s i feel em jumping in my chest
I be steady droppin they like boy just give that shit a rest
Steady goin through some shit and i think god sent me a test
You was supposed to be my bruddah what the f*ck happened next
Man thought you was my best friend
I guess i learned my lesson
That lil boy ain't got shit but man i swear he always flexin
I got a real bad bitch and took her right up to the westin
My Pull out game real strong but she too bad so it get left in
I'm finna take this shit to the face I'm bout to fade away
I fake it till I make it that's how I be living everyday
But That's just how it be lil bro it's ok not to be ok
But you gotta keep this shit pushin you cannot hesitate
Man I got away but that cop may have got my license plate
But I ain't tripping bout it mane that wasn't my tag anyway
Im Thinkin bout that time that bullet barely missed I said my grace
Remember when that boy tried finesse me and then I broke his f*ckin face
Yuh
Ok let's get it
All of my potnas they tryin to spin it
We just pulled up on the side of this bitch in some whips and I promise ain't none of em rented
I stop at a light and my top do a trick yeah my windows be down I don't care if they tinted
I'm living my life getting top from a bitch in the back if my car that I ain't even driven
My heart it's on ice I'm takin a risk every day of the week tryna get in position
I'm done being nice like get the f*ck outta my face if you don't wanna help me I'm winnin
I'm paying the price ain't gonna speak on it but know it aint easy to live with decisions
I jump on a bike I'm going too fast and I cut off my lights I be testing my vision
The shit I be smoking I'm medicated I ain't talkin about a prescription
Yeah
My bitch a hottie she like a Ferrari that came in a special edition
Yeah
She wanna party we off of the molly we go to a different dimension
Yeah
I ain't sayin sorry bitch yeah I'm the one you missin
I be steady droppin they like boy just give that shit a rest
Steady goin through some shit and i think god sent me a test
You was supposed to be my bruddah what the f*ck happened next
Man thought you was my best friend
I guess i learned my lesson
That lil boy ain't got shit but man i swear he always flexin
I got a real bad bitch and took her right up to the westin
My Pull out game real strong but she too bad so it get left in
I'm finna take this shit to the face I'm bout to fade away
I fake it till I make it that's how I be living everyday
But That's just how it be lil bro it's ok not to be ok
But you gotta keep this shit pushin you cannot hesitate
Man I got away but that cop may have got my license plate
But I ain't tripping bout it mane that wasn't my tag anyway
Im Thinkin bout that time that bullet barely missed I said my grace
Remember when that boy tried finesse me and then I broke his f*ckin face
Yuh
Ok let's get it
All of my potnas they tryin to spin it
We just pulled up on the side of this bitch in some whips and I promise ain't none of em rented
I stop at a light and my top do a trick yeah my windows be down I don't care if they tinted
I'm living my life getting top from a bitch in the back if my car that I ain't even driven
My heart it's on ice I'm takin a risk every day of the week tryna get in position
I'm done being nice like get the f*ck outta my face if you don't wanna help me I'm winnin
I'm paying the price ain't gonna speak on it but know it aint easy to live with decisions
I jump on a bike I'm going too fast and I cut off my lights I be testing my vision
The shit I be smoking I'm medicated I ain't talkin about a prescription
Yeah
My bitch a hottie she like a Ferrari that came in a special edition
Yeah
She wanna party we off of the molly we go to a different dimension
Yeah
I ain't sayin sorry bitch yeah I'm the one you missin
Writer: Gage Henry
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