(Intro: Korban Baxter)
I was- I'm the only nigga that this nigga would trust with information like that
I don't give a fuck what nobody says
I spent phone calls with this nigga
All them bitches that be in his fucking Discord
He always on some weird shit
And then he be like- he be trying to play it off like
"Oh yeah it's not my fault they come at me, I just reciprocate the energy"
Nigga, you weird bro
You're a fucking weirdo, nigga
I don't give a fuck what nobody says
You're weird, no matter how many songs
That D.O. shit, weak
That "I ain't hear shit"
Nigga, how the fuck you ain't hear shit and you making response disses, dumbass nigga
Thе fuck?
It don't make no fucking sense, you'rе weird as shit
And I fucking hope you die, you bitch ass nigga
Come to Philly
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Yeah
Basketball courts and milk crates and corn bread
I'm taking trips on the greyhound now
So no top and the sky turn red
So watch the grass turn green
Know I was heated, so forget what I said
Still got your scent on your side of my bed
I know the good times passed
I know you're praying that I end up dead
It's just the thoughts in the back of my head
And that shit dug so deep
And now I keep you in my garden shed
I know the grass stay green when she on it
The Monday blues
The tears fallin' when I check this view
They come running down your avenue, yeah
And baby how can I remain humble with a check this blue?
So fuck a pill, I got a watch in my hands
I know my luck runs through
She took advice from her single ass friends
The white lies, see it straight from my lens
I didn't think we would make this far
And I won't ever look to making amends
I was- I'm the only nigga that this nigga would trust with information like that
I don't give a fuck what nobody says
I spent phone calls with this nigga
All them bitches that be in his fucking Discord
He always on some weird shit
And then he be like- he be trying to play it off like
"Oh yeah it's not my fault they come at me, I just reciprocate the energy"
Nigga, you weird bro
You're a fucking weirdo, nigga
I don't give a fuck what nobody says
You're weird, no matter how many songs
That D.O. shit, weak
That "I ain't hear shit"
Nigga, how the fuck you ain't hear shit and you making response disses, dumbass nigga
Thе fuck?
It don't make no fucking sense, you'rе weird as shit
And I fucking hope you die, you bitch ass nigga
Come to Philly
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Yeah
Basketball courts and milk crates and corn bread
I'm taking trips on the greyhound now
So no top and the sky turn red
So watch the grass turn green
Know I was heated, so forget what I said
Still got your scent on your side of my bed
I know the good times passed
I know you're praying that I end up dead
It's just the thoughts in the back of my head
And that shit dug so deep
And now I keep you in my garden shed
I know the grass stay green when she on it
The Monday blues
The tears fallin' when I check this view
They come running down your avenue, yeah
And baby how can I remain humble with a check this blue?
So fuck a pill, I got a watch in my hands
I know my luck runs through
She took advice from her single ass friends
The white lies, see it straight from my lens
I didn't think we would make this far
And I won't ever look to making amends
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