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Dmac on the fucking track Tahj Money I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's" In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed" Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease He gon' let that .9 blow with ease Can I speak my mind, can I breathe? I know she might cry if I leave I been fooled by liars and thiefs Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze Once you get my pussy up, it's over with Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't know the bitch Before I knew applyin' wars, tryna go on hits Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list You better pick out a casket, 'cause they're goin' quick They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when the post his pic I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick My whole squad goin', bitch, we don't do no assist Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his nitch Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest shit SongtexteI'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's" In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed" Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease He gon' let that .9 blow with ease Can I speak my mind, can I breathe? I know she might cry if I leave I been fooled by liars and thiefs Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze Switchers on them glaciers, get to blowin' like it's for me Promise to my son, that the street won't get no more of me Remember every line from that See they peep on ballin', just go on the ignorin' me Always gotta spass, unleash the beast when they recordin' me Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on them, but they forcin' me See him in person, then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin' Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in the van You know it's fuck the other side Always been fuck the other side, we don't get along If we bop heads like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on Ain't for the head, that chopper spread, we get 'em gone Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's" In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed" Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease He gon' let that .9 blow with ease Can I speak my mind, can I breathe? I know she might cry if I leave I been fooled by liars and thiefs Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze Aus Songtexte Mania