engineered by. @abyst
mixed by. @abyst
mastered by. abyst
composed by. abyst
written by. abyst (lyrics below)

I know a lot going on
It's that time of month you distance yourself
Tell me what's wrong
you not picking up my calls
But you on your phone
Yea I get it when you in that mode, you just wanna be alone

Okay. I gave you time but when i need my space
It's not ok
An everytime we argue
feel like Im the one to blame
Cold heart , Dark room its another rainy day
All the memories gon fade
(yea)
I told you I was a chill guy

(It's tears coming from your eyes)
An somehow you still telling lies
ain't think i would realize 
People like to tarnish my name
Come see my real life
i tried opening up did it one time
I tried opening up again but i say nevermind

I’f you not tryna grind 
only get money on your own time
Then you not slime
(yea) you get left behind
Cause you don't listen 
(yea) When she see the money bet she pay attention
N*qqs talkin when they did for me 
But they don't never memtion what i did for them
(yea)
They don't never memtion
White girl tryna take a picture

inna club chillin w my N*qqs (yuh)
Me & gang tryna get richer
They try set me off, lit flame like a lighter.

(repeat)

chill guy

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Helmut lang *

And we smoking that nigga named max.
Dumb little nigga got put ina pack.
Talking that shit but you really some wack.
Dumb little nigga stop sounding so ass.

I be doing em drills everyday.
Having the knock on my side like my bae.
Nigga be rapping that shit like he gay.
Nigga be sucking my dick he aint straight.

You be talking that shit with no deuce.
Talking to me like you thought we was cool.
C-C-Calling me fat but you look like a twink.
Soft little nigga like he wearing pink.

I be fucking yo mom in the bed.
Nigga be talking on me like a fan.
Heard you be fucking the guys who are trans.
Max stop being a bitch be a man.

Ima hit that nigga with a flocka.
Nigga be sucking my dick like a sucka.
Said you a shooter, but who did you hit?
Boy you got punked you ain't never do shit.

Talk like you tough but you not really on that.
Boy you a munch you was begging for callbacks.
Say he got racks but he owe me like three.
How you a boss when you working for free?

Max you a kid better stay in ya lane.
Talk out ya mouth now we uppin’ the flame.
Said he got motion That boy moving slow.
He ain’t no steppa he trip on the floor.

Internet thug boy you aint on nothing.
Caught you in traffic you wasn’t even clutching.
You not a shooter you not even close.
You just a goofy you doin’ the most.

Put that boy in a spliff.
Max in the air he got turned to a zip.
Spinning his block yeah we making it lit.
Hollows gonna burn through his chest like a wick.

Talk on the net but in person you smooth.
Say he on drills but he not on the news.

And we smoking that nigga named max.
Dumb little nigga got put ina pack.
Talking that shit but you really some wack.
Dumb little nigga stop sounding so ass.

I be doing em drills everyday.
Having the knock on my side like my bae.
Nigga be rapping that shit like he gay.
Nigga be sucking my dick he aint straight.

You be talking that shit with no deuce.
Talking to me like you thought we was cool.
C-C-Calling me fat but you look like a twink.
Soft little nigga like he wearing pink.

I be fucking yo mom in the bed.
Nigga be talking on me like a fan.
Heard you be fucking the guys who are trans.
Max stop being a bitch be a man.

War

N$rku

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