codiene road

another one for yall.

perpetuated my pain 
but you feel a way 
i can’t send that text got me feeling grazed 
depressed and all this stress make me feel the weight 
perpetuated pain 
but she wanna stay 
she know i can’t change so she feel away 
perpetuated pain 
but you feel a way 
but you feel a way 
sparking up with shrooms so i’m feeling great 
tryna put so money on my momma plate 
bringing all my brothers yeah i’ll be straight
feeling like i’m alice 
i keep running late
i got masons tryna make sure i don’t make it 
i gotta family that’s straight hating cuz im changing up the basic 
niggas mad cuz they ain’t make it 
niggas ain’t really creative 
perpetuated the pain 
but you feel a way 
i can’t send that text got me feeling grazed 
depressed and all this stress make me feel the weight 
perpetuated pain 
but she wanna stay 
ima fuck around n make her feel away

wounded animal

Cunt Af (Prod. Patrick)

DJ Lucas, Let em kno im finna talk my talk
I got the keys but I push just to start my car
In the streets before I learned how to park my car
See me stackin like Jenga, they tryn watch me fall
Run down on the plug, I heard he got it all
AR wit the tiddies out like Mardi Gras
Im too quick to cross a nigga like Jamal Craw(ford)
Pass bro the play, lets see how you handle that
I get behind your bitch, tryn see how she handle that
Juelz Santana, round my head, bandana wrapped
I told that hoe I really mean it like Diplomats
Auntie told me that she want her kitchen back
They aint hearin what I said, need to listen back
Old bitch told me dont forget about what we had
Told me look at the photograph like Nickleback
Scam a nigga and he cant get a nickle back
Bro smoke too much gas, need a hazmat
Bwoa my dope be hittin harder than Khamzat
Run up in ya spot
where the safe, where the bands at? 
I got a girlfriend bitch watch where ya hands at
Uh uh please stay where ya mans at
At the show better stay where the fans at
At the show better stay where the fans at

Michael Jai White, I never back down
Terry Cruise, bitch its time to Crackdown
Fuck the underground nigga its just my ground
Too many niggas want me dead in my town
Me and Fin in the back blazing pound after pound
The whole pack stank like a fan of Haunted Mound
The shit so strong, turn a nigga senile
Baby tryn grab my balls like a fuckin rebound

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