LYRICS ; Imma real Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about these niggas, we got bad blood imma spill it wit ya, tryna get my mind right I can’t fuck with you, 
Can’t even face the facts I can’t even face myself, feel like my mind at hell I can’t even get a bail, my head in jail who gone give me bail, 
Bad company is for every man for itself, not a man to one self I deserve my health, my behavior doesn’t make me no one else
I’m confused about my kinfolk, yuh, luv me when I’m here not there though, 
Mixed stained glass and the glass got no stain on it, nigga life’s a fucking picture you paint on it, ain’t no nigga like me and imma stay on it, 
Ion watch the news cause them niggas they be bull shittin, 
(Keyblade)
Can’t listen to ya music nigga it’s not hitting different, niggas too emotional I thought they was bitches, I paint the sky with my eyes and that’s all I’m seeing, can’t really fuck with certain people they not benefiting. Oh I guess the genes was not really really fitting
Fuck you putting pressure on me? Guess that’s what it’s meant for,
Rose out the concrete, tell me that your concrete, baby you was never solid, different type of objects, I don’t wanna open my eyelids 
Rose out the projects get me out the projects, niggas on the side track

CONCRETE PROD.@PRODBYCJ + @K9YBLADE

#steampunkanthem [prod jdolla and 1georgiii]

theez days i just bin like walkin wit the glock now 
sentimental designer we make up with new celine yeah 
I just got a bag I told her go get me a. Reee yeeeeeeaaaa

yeah i just fucked a bag up 
niggas talkin shit but they aint last yuh 
i got a bag and went to saks and thrashed yuh 
im smokin on that gas that shit so thrax yuh

bich im in that jetpack skat 
in that jetpak skat yuh 
celine up on my chick i told her yuh yuh 
sippin on that wock i made it clear 

went back back with these shoes and the blick yeah 
went back i got me a bag in my shit yeah 
yea ye double cup bitch im lit asf ....
im too up i cant hear u nah 

this bitch say she love me that shit only a faze 
sippin on that wock i wanna get paid 
and she wanna fuck i wanna get paid 
and she wanna fuck i wanna get paid

yeah i just fucked a bag up yeah
niggas talkin shit but they aint last yuh 
i got a bag and went to saks and thrashed yuh 
im smokin on that gas that shit so thrax yuh 
Zzz ....

head to toe igreen bean lean yuh 
told that bit to go get new celine yuh 
i just stole yo thot oh my fuckin g 
bich i carry that glock ion need no peace 

yuhhh yuh yuh (4x)

yuh i just fucked that thot i told her breath yeah yuh 
but she aint nothin but a thot 
wok bitch im sippin on hella wok 
these days fuck that i just shoot yo top 

these days i just put the drop up on my top 
theez days i just bin like walkin wit the glock now 
sentimental designer we make up with new celine yeah 
i juh got a bag i told her go get me a rye yeah 

BICH IM INTHAT JATPAK SKAT
IN THAT JET PACK SKATTT YUH 
CELINE UP ON MY CHICK I TOLD HER YUH

roxas - bedwars

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