Baad.APLS - Friend Request

[Verse 1]
Lets get it
I really live it; give a fuck bout a gimmick
Never fall for them minimum digits
I had plans to see me and Louix in Louis V denim
Since me and Doolie was spitting venom
Smoke cloud like a spirit
When I come up in this bitch trippin
You'd think I’m kidding
Get offended, no pun intended
The gun gets lifted
Leave a promising Nigga in critty condition
My Niggas winning prolly why these haters is livid
(I could show you your Omega in a minute)
Now the way I use the English language got em really bent
Making sure I leave my mark, Extinction Level Event
To each and every listen, You'd see we nuts
For the gang I'd reach in elephant shit to find a peanut
Its so insane; I sit and act like this rap shit is a rolling plane
And act like my life is slipping like a frozen lane
I act like I won’t go to war today
But, imagine if you had the weapons and tactics to destroy The game?
What you know bout pain?
What you know bout being the first person in your family
Who ever break the chain?
What you know about having the only thing you loved ripped from you?
Now your only option is that Novocain
Addys got me at ease in a way
Addys got me at ease in a way
Tryna find my life in this bottle tonight
Fuck a consequence I won't feel none of that shit today
[Bridge]
I remember performing on molly i couldn't flow the same
By then, my girl would look at me when all the hoes would sing
My lyrics
Performing so fucked up I couldn't flow the same
But still, my bros would look up to me when all the hoes would sing
My lyrics
Yo

[Verse 2]
Talking bout ya money, get ya ass Cartwheeled
30% off the top, that's how them hawks feel
Premium diesel on the block
Thats how them Squawks feel
Fuck the game raw got a raw deal; I been there before
Don't act like I can't get the livest people on the set
Come and play guitar at random bars still
Baby girl rocking blue line like a Tar Heel
Fucking with them new bucks; Show you how a boss feel
Nowadays these people look at me as candidate for scandal
Because I'm from the streets they try to put me in a manhole
Thats why I stand bold
When I was three, I wanted flares on my birthday cake;
I was too old for candles
I realized them Niggas under lampposts
Hung them Niggas from a flag post
For getting to their bitches bedpost
I got a rule to move in silence; You’re the lone survivor
I got a bitch you can french kiss
Turn your ass to french toast

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