S.A.D. (Still Applying Damage) [feat. B.E.N.]

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Huh ,

Hollup ,

Uh ,

(Verse 1)

I ain’t stoppin’ on em , I stay applyin’ the pressure .

You can’t stop my style , yeah you know I’m fly any weather .

Lookin’ for a while and I can’t find nobody better .

**** talkin’ shit you ‘bout to get somebody wet up .

Life is a bitch , I be chokin’ her while I’m strokin’ her .

Open up her face like a book then I’m pokin’ her .

Yeah I keep a whole lotta weed then I’m smokin’ up .

VBF in office these muddafuckas should vote for us .

**** thizzin’ like I really shook they soda up .

Every single place a **** go I know they notice us .

**** want smoke ? Well that’s funny ‘cause I’m rollin’ blunts .

And I’m off the drank , bitch I am not the sober one .

(Chorus)

Yeah , I got these **** mad actin’ frantic .

They S.A.D. ‘cause a **** Still Applyin’ Damage .

I’m bad , bossin’ up , not the one you could manage .

I rap , these hatin’ muddafuckas cannot stand it .

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(Verse 2)

(B.E.N.)

I’ve been Workin my ass off

Thats why I’m still applying damage

Murkin em mask off

So they can see me close the casket

I’ll bury you hoes alive

Cuz I’m just trying to fly

While They’re praying on my demise

But that shit got me goin wild

your boys crazy like a basket case

Rip to this instrumental

It just passed away

I’m Like a poetry slam

I’m fuckin snapping all day

I’m waste management

For the game

I’ll Kill these rappers and throw em away

It’s no wonder why they mad

I made all of the right decisions

They sad

Cuz I’m still applying damage

And kicking wisdom

You too lazy to work

So you choosin to play the victim

just a bunch of beach bums

Ima break this tree down

And roll a couple Gs up

Then Ima roll my sleeves up

And get straight to the cream bruh

I’m like meek milly and Cole

A different type of dreamer

So when I marry the game

I ain’t gon need a prenup

Cuz We in love love Ya

(Chorus)

Yeah , I got these **** mad actin’ frantic .

They S.A.D. ‘cause a **** Still Applyin’ Damage .

I’m bad , bossin’ up , not the one you could manage .

I rap , these hatin’ muddafuckas cannot stand it .

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(Verse 3)

I can’t let em breathe , tell em Rest In Peace .

Bitch I’m cookin’ up , I got the recipe .

Don’t wanna mess with me , don’t wanna test a g .

I murder everything , I’m catchin’ felonies .

She on my mic and she singin’ my favorite melody .

And I know she heaven-sent but still she givin’ hell to me .

I know your soul is in a cage I’m ‘bout to set it free .

And I’m everything these lil **** could never be .

VBF , yeah you know I gotta rep the team .

I make these **** meet defeat , they can’t step to me .

If life a bitch then I’m ‘bout to give her a pregnancy .

I fuck it up with no protection , do it recklessly .

I had some **** go behind my back , they dead to me .

They actin’ foul in the game , we need a referee .

But they know a **** sicker than some leprosy .

I’m been searchin’ all my life , ain’t no one fresh as me .

(Chorus)

Yeah , I got these **** mad actin’ frantic .

They S.A.D. ‘cause a **** Still Applyin’ Damage .

I’m bad , bossin’ up , not the one you could manage .

I rap , these hatin’ muddafuckas cannot stand it .

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