Crisis Julian Syre (Fawe)

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Look
Runnin’ from the feds
I’ve been runnin’ all night
Wake up in the morning
I ain’t feelin’ alright
Baby why you choosin
Why you tryna pick a fight
Know that if I see you it’s gon be on sight
They ain’t really love me now they all up on my dick
Court side ballin’ steady tryna take a hit
Look at me I’m up all the faces on em sick
Hatin on my comments why u actin like a prick
Steady false claimin boy you know you not crip
All up in the crib yo bitch steady taking dick
Gotta keep a tool incase someone hit a lick
Saying that “you bout it” irl you a bitch
Look I ain’t really bout the politic’n and issues
Goth bitch on me and she wearing hella crystals
I be wipin’ my nose with the bread man
Fuck a tissue
Man this bitch steady trippin’
I ain’t never said I missed you

Batman nigga cause I’m movin in the night
Batman nigga how I pull up to the fight
Seein triple nine so I gotta get it right
If my mom saw the blunt that I had she would cry

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