wit the team 
glasses on i can’t see 
intoxicated back on beans 
so u know what that means 

blackin out on beats like
i don’t know whats a defeat 

smashin my guitar u better watch out for the strings 
snatchin up dat pack, im gettin it by any means 
bro be tall as shit could’ve went d1 but we lovin rick owens and we lovin blackmeans
lil bro got on alyx mad punk up on my jeans
these came wit a skirt yall not gettin what i mean 
born up from the dirt  perc movin like zombie 

i don’t wanna be alive and they just wanna fuckin be me

fuck it pull out chrome like im c3po 
ain’t his car gettin repoed 
keep all of da swag u stole 

uh 

ima hit my dance u gon keep bein a hoe
ima take ya bands leave u on ya tippy toes
we was ditching class u was on dat honor roll 


im an angel u already know
im on go, i make the call now we all on go
in the field, we ain’t have no cleats, but we made the goal
it’s just me, all y’all fake as shit and y’all move like hoes 

count me out like that’s the only feeling that ive ever known 
shit’ll never be enough that’s why i always do the most 

imma talk my shit until i got no fuckin soul 
don’t know why i said dat, but i move like im hollow

like idk what’s a defeat :) w/ @italianbrokeboy

saga-#caseysjunglefury

when we step out it’s cold 
lookin like u seen a ghost or sum 
boots is on we huntin so it got a scope 
me and my bros like the phantom troupe 
go godspeed so we know where u goin 

stay out the way ain’t nobody im trustin 
12 came in and they ain’t find nothin 
revenge in my heart so im clutchin 

and it ain’t just me 
so this spliff im facin 
and this blick is what ima trust
we know where he stay so it ain’t no rush 
we do the same thing, u ain’t better than us 

in my solja i trust 
got metal on my mouth like im pain 
we make em feel all the hurt like sum rust
the angels around so u best just hush 
uh 

smoke too much so i give no fucks 
she can do what she want ion got no trust 
stay in my bag cuz i can’t get touched 
stand my ground and i do what i want 
love talkin shit cuz ik im the one 
spent so much on this clothes u a bum 
can’t touch me, it cost sum bread just to touch 

we the best at givin no fucks 
and we the worst at playin it cool

one thing i can’t fake is the funk 
so when u see us rock out like tool 

lil bro got a drum
for money he tossin dat gun
we heard u ain’t on nun
the angels pull up and we doublin up

idgaf w/ ganon p. solja1one

ajna .-.

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