I just spent a bag on some bad things
Pop a little bit and now i feel like I am lapsing
I be going up while they Crashing
Hit me for the work and didn’t realize I’m taxing
Scratch my skin it peels off me
Whisper in this state appealing
Speak softly
I feel great I feel cocky
Lot up on my plate I take my meals promptly
It’s a little f#cking difficult to operate a function
Throw them f#cking hands then get to Swinging to concussion
f#cking losing it like you been trapped inside a dungeon
Body needing more but it jus suffer a reduction
Money on my mind I got his b#tch just f#cking eyeing me
Preach about my worth and f#ck her raw I Call it irony
Swear to God my sense of rеason seems to be just idling
556 gon flatten out his block like wе be ironing
Walk out, b#tch, my top is finna drop down
Territory filled with the stench of f#cking blood now
You ain’t part of the mix, your getting tossed out
And I been high as a b#tch, I gotta come down
I make this sh#t look like it’s easy
Its ok your man wants to be me
I can’t see wit u underneath me
And I feel like you been all depleting
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