Shot on my birthday
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Jit the Beast
Lost for words
Guess you’re lost for them with me
20 / 2020, this ain’t tattoo-friendly (for real)
Nothing can make me smile today
Not even a bag of Fendi (nothing)
Shots hit me, this ain’t even my city
Back gunshots is my reply to [?] (bout my business)
You ever felt it coming
Call Ivy under the light before
Like a lot of shit going on
This world crazy, Phat
Need to come see you, daddy
Another day seen
Came to show love with no hating
If I wouldn’t have shown love to 3
It would’ve been a fake thing
And I’m a straight G
But I’m
Lost for my own words
Shot like my own work
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Lost for my own words
Shot like my own work
Promise you blood and memories
Promise you blood and memories
Hey Mr. Hatch I guess you don’t wanna talk (yeah)
I guess we’re understood
I smiled inside, they know I’m solid
Best feeling in the world (I swear to God)
Tell Moms I’m good, don’t make this big
Like this the end of the world
Tell all my kids I’m good, fly out my girl
Threw my phones and went in surgery
In surgery
Thinking bout niggas that I done dirty dirty
In surgery, smirking
Damn, this my first perc, thirty thirty
We swerving, love them boys
This ain’t no Instagram
Boosie beef, it get insta-slammed
Can’t support all you [?] off Instagram
Lost for my own words
Shot like my own work
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Lost for my own words
Shot like my own work
Promise you blood and memories
Promise you blood and memories
Nigga you seen way more harder shit than this
That’s what I used to tell my niggas
When they was on their hospital bed hit
And we would get back quick
So like them lil gangstas on that bed, bitch
I’ma shake back quick
Shot at eight times, six missed (thank you, God)
One grazed, one hit (thank you, God)
This rap game dangerous shit
I’m the one who done said
Two shootouts in 2020
Still this ain’t nothing like ’07
You never know who gonna go next
Keep close all your lil steppers
Lil Mo gone, beautiful heart
Know that lil nigga in heaven
Still I’m
Lost for my own words
Shot like my own work
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Violence ain’t no new friend to me
Lost for my own words
Shot like my own work
Promise you blood and memories
Promise you blood and memories
Lost for words like a motherfucker
I’m alright though
The only thing that matters
I’m alright though
Nigga
Violence ain’t no new…
Violence ain’t no new…
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