[Intro: “Over Freestyle (INTRO)” - Pim]
Now that we’re over, I let my phone die
Ain’t nobody check on me, it’s just me and my feelings right now
I don’t gotta wait up on no calls or texts talking ‘bout nothing but sex
I don’t got nobody else, I'm tired
[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
He ain’t got no limit when blood get shed, they’ll try to do you in the club (Yeah)
Y’all niggas really small fries, compared to me, these niggas ants like a Timberwolf
You can be the realest that they know, if they see you finna blow, same nigga from yo’ hood gon’ wanna kill you
I can’t go back to being broke, we the ones really еating, I stack that paper ‘til
I’m full, watch it mildew
She thinking marriagе or the ring but I ain’t with that
I still ain’t passing no ho the rock even if it’s a mismatch
[?] niggas came through shooting, he ain’t hit back
How you so comfortable dissing the dead when niggas get smacked?
If that ain’t yo’ work, that’s yo’ brother fit, that’s his hat
Now the feds on you ‘cause in yo’ songs, you admit that
Fuck nigga, they got yo’ people L ‘cause a diss track
You fuck a broke nigga, had none to show for it
You fuck a rich nigga, put some stones on your neck
I been working late every night and I haven’t gotten high ‘cause this life got me faded
I been writing songs every night, tryna make it sound right but I’m losing patience
Bitch starting to feel like scarecrows, scroll through DM’s, you keep sending that hating shit
Now that we’re over, I let my phone die
Ain’t nobody check on me, it’s just me and my feelings right now
I don’t gotta wait up on no calls or texts talking ‘bout nothing but sex
I don’t got nobody else, I'm tired
[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
He ain’t got no limit when blood get shed, they’ll try to do you in the club (Yeah)
Y’all niggas really small fries, compared to me, these niggas ants like a Timberwolf
You can be the realest that they know, if they see you finna blow, same nigga from yo’ hood gon’ wanna kill you
I can’t go back to being broke, we the ones really еating, I stack that paper ‘til
I’m full, watch it mildew
She thinking marriagе or the ring but I ain’t with that
I still ain’t passing no ho the rock even if it’s a mismatch
[?] niggas came through shooting, he ain’t hit back
How you so comfortable dissing the dead when niggas get smacked?
If that ain’t yo’ work, that’s yo’ brother fit, that’s his hat
Now the feds on you ‘cause in yo’ songs, you admit that
Fuck nigga, they got yo’ people L ‘cause a diss track
You fuck a broke nigga, had none to show for it
You fuck a rich nigga, put some stones on your neck
I been working late every night and I haven’t gotten high ‘cause this life got me faded
I been writing songs every night, tryna make it sound right but I’m losing patience
Bitch starting to feel like scarecrows, scroll through DM’s, you keep sending that hating shit
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