[Verse 1]
Yeah
Bitch I'm a dying breed
In a cold world, tryna find peace
Wrestle demons like an iron sheet
Fuck a cheap pussy on designer sheets
Niggas sleeping on me, they counting sheep
Had to level up, I was down beneath
I thought making money helped to hide the grief (I did)
Yeah
No love in the heart of city (no love)
Hard to be in the mix with these niggas (I don't)
I never party with Diddy (uh uh)
Gotta be at the party with blickies (blicky)
You know these niggas be shifty (shifty)
And I be too paranoid, iffy
I know the lord is still with me
Hold W's, hеadaches and sedatives
Probably need a sеcond therapist (I do)
Desert Eagle for the derelict
We don't negotiate with terrorists (uh uh)
I don't believe these niggas narrative (don't)
So pussy you could be a surrogate (real)
I murder everything ? on
I pull up hit the booth and then I ? it
[Verse 2]
No money's a problem (moneys a problem)
Mo' money and problems (money and problems)
However it goes, you never can dodge and it's always a problem (always a problem)
Big brother keep watching (brother keep watching)
And feed on the bottom (feed on the bottom)
I'm searching for solice but deep in my soul something seems to be bothered
These niggas all snakes, don't seem to be solid
These bitches ain't saints they, reach in your wallet
They pussy ain't free, we need to deposit
It is what it is, sir I could not call it
They selling they souls, but didn't read the clauses
The blood on their hands would not be acknowledged
I count up the dead, my dearly departed
Dear mama I'm sorry I'm cleaning my closet
Yeah
In and out of the meet with the higher ups
Smiling faces hate the sight of us
Money only thing that I discuss
Get my dick sucked in the cybertruck
Feeling tough, go ahead try your luck
Rappers all talk all the hype for what
You don't wanna be the one that rival us
Light 'em up
Yeah
Bitch I'm a dying breed
In a cold world, tryna find peace
Wrestle demons like an iron sheet
Fuck a cheap pussy on designer sheets
Niggas sleeping on me, they counting sheep
Had to level up, I was down beneath
I thought making money helped to hide the grief (I did)
Yeah
No love in the heart of city (no love)
Hard to be in the mix with these niggas (I don't)
I never party with Diddy (uh uh)
Gotta be at the party with blickies (blicky)
You know these niggas be shifty (shifty)
And I be too paranoid, iffy
I know the lord is still with me
Hold W's, hеadaches and sedatives
Probably need a sеcond therapist (I do)
Desert Eagle for the derelict
We don't negotiate with terrorists (uh uh)
I don't believe these niggas narrative (don't)
So pussy you could be a surrogate (real)
I murder everything ? on
I pull up hit the booth and then I ? it
[Verse 2]
No money's a problem (moneys a problem)
Mo' money and problems (money and problems)
However it goes, you never can dodge and it's always a problem (always a problem)
Big brother keep watching (brother keep watching)
And feed on the bottom (feed on the bottom)
I'm searching for solice but deep in my soul something seems to be bothered
These niggas all snakes, don't seem to be solid
These bitches ain't saints they, reach in your wallet
They pussy ain't free, we need to deposit
It is what it is, sir I could not call it
They selling they souls, but didn't read the clauses
The blood on their hands would not be acknowledged
I count up the dead, my dearly departed
Dear mama I'm sorry I'm cleaning my closet
Yeah
In and out of the meet with the higher ups
Smiling faces hate the sight of us
Money only thing that I discuss
Get my dick sucked in the cybertruck
Feeling tough, go ahead try your luck
Rappers all talk all the hype for what
You don't wanna be the one that rival us
Light 'em up
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