9-1-1 or 9-11
Man, I got these bitches dressin'
No undressin'
Learn your lesson
Boy, I'm comfy with a weapon
Man, I'm chillin'
Blood, I'm spillin'
When I tinker with my wrist
Girl, get the f*ck out of my face
Unless some lips up on my dick
Uzi spit bars
This some cloud shit, though
Phlushd on the track
Solo till I go
Uzi spit bars
This some cloud shit, though
Phlushd on the track
Solo till I go
Always by myself
On the top shelf
Struggling to find wealth
Neglecting my mental health
But it's all swell
At the bottom of the wishing well
Sinking in the pits of Hell
Tell me, can you hear the bells?
Aye, man, I'm from the South Shore
Working for no reward
Dying for some leisure
Murder's the procedure
Catch me out the psych ward
Both sides of my brain at war
Self-induced agony
I still think that I can be free
Man, it couldn't get better than this
Now I'm leanin' off, take a sip, aye
Haters cannot relate
They suck a dick at the end of the day, yeah
Got a problem with me
You can slide through
Sending beef out like it's drive-thru
Speak my mind out
Now it's taboo
Have the strength of God
Call that angel view
Fact check
If you don't f*ck with me back then
I don't want your respect now
Don't make you run in your house
And put a ring on your spouse, huh?
Pussy boy
Who are you threatening
I'll break your f*cking jaw
DistroKid tried to f*ck me
Had to do their damn job
Always been independent
Never was dependent on anyone else
The only woman in the world supposed to stay with me
Went ahead and walked out
Now I'm supposed to be glad
Now I'm supposed to walk around and shouldn't be mad
Morons peeking through the windows
You know I had to wave right back
If I don't want to drive
I'll just let Jesus take the wheel, yeah
Like my brodie said we out in this bitch splitting deals
They just mad cause I'm saying how I'm feeling
I don't get down with the fake critics
Trying to steal my accomplishments from me
Bitch, I'll turn you into ashes
Even if I don't get noticed
I'll still make a killing in my city
Even if I don't get the recognition
I'll still die for what I represent
For my family
Bitch
phlushd - Cinemax (feat. Jamis) Lyrics
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9-1-1 or 9-11
Man, I got these bitches dressin'
No undressin'
Learn your lesson
Boy, I'm comfy with a weapon
Man, I'm chillin'
Blood, I'm spillin'
When I tinker with my wrist
Girl, get the f*ck out of my face
Unless some lips up on my dick
Uzi spit bars
This some cloud shit, though
Phlushd on the track
Solo till I go
Uzi spit bars
This some cloud shit, though
Phlushd on the track
Solo till I go
Always by myself
On the top shelf
Struggling to find wealth
Neglecting my mental health
But it's all swell
At the bottom of the wishing well
Sinking in the pits of Hell
Tell me, can you hear the bells?
Aye, man, I'm from the South Shore
Working for no reward
Dying for some leisure
Murder's the procedure
Catch me out the psych ward
Both sides of my brain at war
Self-induced agony
I still think that I can be free
Man, it couldn't get better than this
Now I'm leanin' off, take a sip, aye
Haters cannot relate
They suck a dick at the end of the day, yeah
Got a problem with me
You can slide through
Sending beef out like it's drive-thru
Speak my mind out
Now it's taboo
Have the strength of God
Call that angel view
Fact check
If you don't f*ck with me back then
I don't want your respect now
Don't make you run in your house
And put a ring on your spouse, huh?
Pussy boy
Who are you threatening
I'll break your f*cking jaw
DistroKid tried to f*ck me
Had to do their damn job
Always been independent
Never was dependent on anyone else
The only woman in the world supposed to stay with me
Went ahead and walked out
Now I'm supposed to be glad
Now I'm supposed to walk around and shouldn't be mad
Morons peeking through the windows
You know I had to wave right back
If I don't want to drive
I'll just let Jesus take the wheel, yeah
Like my brodie said we out in this bitch splitting deals
They just mad cause I'm saying how I'm feeling
I don't get down with the fake critics
Trying to steal my accomplishments from me
Bitch, I'll turn you into ashes
Even if I don't get noticed
I'll still make a killing in my city
Even if I don't get the recognition
I'll still die for what I represent
For my family
Bitch
Man, I got these bitches dressin'
No undressin'
Learn your lesson
Boy, I'm comfy with a weapon
Man, I'm chillin'
Blood, I'm spillin'
When I tinker with my wrist
Girl, get the f*ck out of my face
Unless some lips up on my dick
Uzi spit bars
This some cloud shit, though
Phlushd on the track
Solo till I go
Uzi spit bars
This some cloud shit, though
Phlushd on the track
Solo till I go
Always by myself
On the top shelf
Struggling to find wealth
Neglecting my mental health
But it's all swell
At the bottom of the wishing well
Sinking in the pits of Hell
Tell me, can you hear the bells?
Aye, man, I'm from the South Shore
Working for no reward
Dying for some leisure
Murder's the procedure
Catch me out the psych ward
Both sides of my brain at war
Self-induced agony
I still think that I can be free
Man, it couldn't get better than this
Now I'm leanin' off, take a sip, aye
Haters cannot relate
They suck a dick at the end of the day, yeah
Got a problem with me
You can slide through
Sending beef out like it's drive-thru
Speak my mind out
Now it's taboo
Have the strength of God
Call that angel view
Fact check
If you don't f*ck with me back then
I don't want your respect now
Don't make you run in your house
And put a ring on your spouse, huh?
Pussy boy
Who are you threatening
I'll break your f*cking jaw
DistroKid tried to f*ck me
Had to do their damn job
Always been independent
Never was dependent on anyone else
The only woman in the world supposed to stay with me
Went ahead and walked out
Now I'm supposed to be glad
Now I'm supposed to walk around and shouldn't be mad
Morons peeking through the windows
You know I had to wave right back
If I don't want to drive
I'll just let Jesus take the wheel, yeah
Like my brodie said we out in this bitch splitting deals
They just mad cause I'm saying how I'm feeling
I don't get down with the fake critics
Trying to steal my accomplishments from me
Bitch, I'll turn you into ashes
Even if I don't get noticed
I'll still make a killing in my city
Even if I don't get the recognition
I'll still die for what I represent
For my family
Bitch
Writer: Jamis Cunningham, Noah Bassett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid