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Ayy, Trel The Heroes Been thinkin' to myself, like why the fuck they hate on me? When I ain't around, they talkin' down, they gon' try to play on me That pussy boy think I'm lackin', must not know it stay on me Fifty plus another fifty, that's what this bitch take on it They wake the city up and drop, I told them bitches wait on it Catch him in his grandmom house and put that fuckin' K on him And it ain't no coppin' out, so, bitch, you better pray on it Funerals and t-shirts with your fucking face on it Can't get no peace since they been watching my move I really been stressing from all the shit I go through They wasn't accepting my calls, what the fuck I do to you? Eyes closed, I seen loud jackets me in the room Nobody but me, myself, and who? Fuck trust, can't put my trust in him or you You don't trust me so why the fuck should I trust you? You don't love me so why the fuck should I love you? And all that shit was fake that you had told me And all that shit I hate, the truth is what you showed me And better yet, the only way I did fuck with you Is from the shit that you told me (Damn) Oh-woah, hurt to my soul Oh-woah, my life felt froze Oh-woah, I really don't know SongtexteOh-woah, I'm losing control My body aching, I'm getting tired of this shit I'm tired of waiting, I'm getting tired of this shit I wanna wake up, but I'm so tired of this shit And all love do is hurt, I wanna smile from this shit Oh-woah, I'm tryna rise from this shit Oh-woah, they tryna pull me down from this shit Oh-woah, they think I stayed from 'round all this shit Oh-woah-woah Oh-woah, I can't be found in this bitch They lookin' for me, bitch, I'm way up off the ground in this bitch You fuck with me, then it's up, it's goin' down in this bitch You fuck with me, then it's stuck, you goin' down in this bitch Oh-woah, bitch, you a clown and I know it And I got them bands in my account, I ain't gotta show it I used to walk around with fifty bands and they couldn't ignore it Through all the stress, I'm still blessed, that's why I'm thanking the Lord Bitch, we clutchin' on them cutters, swing this bitch like a sword Since he fat mouthin' on Insta', I'ma step on that boy We gon' hop out with some big shit that'll shut down your car 23, bitch, we gon' creep, we all ready for war, ayy I ain't got no time to play All my niggas clutchin' on them fuckin' K's You move wrong, and I swear to God we spray At your door, we gon' kill your ass today Ain't nobody safe Nigga, fuck that, you ain't safe, bitch Draco, I bang I'm in love 'cause she'll face it Two clips with tape That's full of lead, this bitch erase, bitch It's a cold game That's why we ride around with eight years Aus Songtexte Mania