Letras

I've been chattin' 'round my best mate
He think I, well I put you on
Hold it, tryna buss it 'cause I want my life
Stackin' my papes, stayin' outta the way
Gotta keep my circle small, the bruh might not be who he say
Gotta pinpoint the new faces, most of them **** fade
I'll admit the way two months became prevail, why would I say?
Can't jail the one who told you, my boss told me he proud
I thought you was gon' crash, I'm glad you found a better route
Axu stole my wave, no more hot guns allowed
Put a Draco in her name, now I got the right to blow a **** down
In class at one point, making jokes
Just made a new now for the heavily smokin' popes
I'm on the run, can't be a pub with nowhere else to go
And plus that time there with my pain, I'm scared to make a post
Still tryna live my life, one day we all will die
But until the end I'm gon' rock out, if that's on Jesus Christ
Style I won't do, I don't know about thirteen
I probably won't need your **** around
She don't want to melt you ****, this shit real
Stackin' my papes, stayin' outta the way
Gotta keep my circle small, the bruh might not be who he say
Gotta pinpoint the new faces, most of them **** fade
I'll admit the way two months became profile, why would I say?
Can't jail the one who told you, my boss told me he proud
I thought you was gon' crash, I'm glad you found a better route
Axu stole my wave, no more hot guns allowed
Put a Draco in her name, now I got the right to blow a **** down
Written by: Jonathan Gibby, Joshua Zamilus, Khari Jahmill Hoard
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