[Verse 1]
You niggas so fucked up, they think when you fucked up, you realer
That money move, I ain't really gotta pull no trigger
These bitches was sleepin' on me, now they bitin' the pillow
I ain't gotta prove no point, niggas know I'm a killer (L Beats)
These niggas so fucked up, they think when you broke, you 'bout that
Say, these niggas tweakin', I told 'em say less, I got that
These bitches be fucked up, ain't got shit, they nothin' but pretty
He done killed half of the city, but he low-kеy a sissy
I told my bitch if she cheatin', it bettеr be worth it
I know I keep breakin' your heart, but you better not hurt me
And the way that my BM be movin', just pray for the bitch
I had them turned to a bass, I stay with a stick
I'm ridin' candy paint, vert Impala
These bitches be fucked up, gon' ask you for seventeen dollars
I was just fucked up, ain't had nothin' but soup in my locker
Was in the county jail bid wearin' another nigga boxers
Hopin' the CO bitch don't smell this dope
See the wick in the vent then wanna pop my door
I'm better off in Alaska, dark and cold
Hope my son don't grow up like me wit' a evil soul
I got some secrets I wonder if Jesus knows
Only God knows all of the people I stole
All the dope I sold, all the peace I stole
All the moms cried 'cause I made they sons die
Say, bae, I'm so fucked up, 'times I wonder why
My heart so troubled, sometimes I wanna fly
Ain't seen it comin', the streets done turned me a vulture
Incarcerated, but it could be way worse
Bae, would you believe me? You the one I'm lovin'
I know I fucked up so much times, I make it hard to trust me
But I can see the stars through this destroyed roof
I took it way too far, I killed his whole group
You niggas so fucked up, they think when you fucked up, you realer
That money move, I ain't really gotta pull no trigger
These bitches was sleepin' on me, now they bitin' the pillow
I ain't gotta prove no point, niggas know I'm a killer (L Beats)
These niggas so fucked up, they think when you broke, you 'bout that
Say, these niggas tweakin', I told 'em say less, I got that
These bitches be fucked up, ain't got shit, they nothin' but pretty
He done killed half of the city, but he low-kеy a sissy
I told my bitch if she cheatin', it bettеr be worth it
I know I keep breakin' your heart, but you better not hurt me
And the way that my BM be movin', just pray for the bitch
I had them turned to a bass, I stay with a stick
I'm ridin' candy paint, vert Impala
These bitches be fucked up, gon' ask you for seventeen dollars
I was just fucked up, ain't had nothin' but soup in my locker
Was in the county jail bid wearin' another nigga boxers
Hopin' the CO bitch don't smell this dope
See the wick in the vent then wanna pop my door
I'm better off in Alaska, dark and cold
Hope my son don't grow up like me wit' a evil soul
I got some secrets I wonder if Jesus knows
Only God knows all of the people I stole
All the dope I sold, all the peace I stole
All the moms cried 'cause I made they sons die
Say, bae, I'm so fucked up, 'times I wonder why
My heart so troubled, sometimes I wanna fly
Ain't seen it comin', the streets done turned me a vulture
Incarcerated, but it could be way worse
Bae, would you believe me? You the one I'm lovin'
I know I fucked up so much times, I make it hard to trust me
But I can see the stars through this destroyed roof
I took it way too far, I killed his whole group
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