〈Intro: BLCKK〉
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Paint that f#ckin’ T-Shirt red, you and y’all friends suck
Twisted ’bout whatever I said, should I repeat myself?
I never gave a f#ck, I’m still standin’ on that sh#t
First day in, already shovel b#llsh#t, uh
f#ck you and your company, look what that sh#t done to me
My fault, shoulda killed that b#tch when I had the chance
By far, f#ckin’ up my life, like a mother did (Yeah, yeah)
Funny how it circle back, smoke your dead buddy pack (Yeah, yeah)
Was better off bustin’ seven nuts inside the b#tch
That never gave me flyin’ f#cks, and if you trust it ’cause they open up to let you see the static
Plus, you p#ssies fallin’ into dust, don’t act tough
You b#tches run ’em up, before you run it up
I guess it’s just my own perception, but do we really a fancy soul?
It’s just a question, punk
Huh, yeah, it’s just a question, punk
Huh, okay, okay, yeah
Shit, that’s a problem, ain’t it? Why you always want me hated?
Smiles out, inside is vacant, f#ck this life and what it’s taken
And let that sh#t spray out like it’s a f#ckin’ fragrance
Then let that sh#t like- okay, like “Brr, brr, brr”
Ride or die, apparently, that’s what you like, until you facin’ 45 to life
Had a nice time? Good, great, b#tch, nice try
Goodbye, don’t give a flyin’ f#ck about your hightimes, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, yeah
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