S.A.D.E.

Eating dick ain't bound for fame Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain D.C. ain't involved, you can't spend no time to hang But Riri let me toss, you gone hit my line in pain It's my lone till the death, but i'll bag her if she shoot That's Vlone on my breath, it's a packet in my boots Megatron fixings, it's a scrappy in the Benz Boss bitches really sluts, they just acted like we friends I ain't never had to ask a man for shit to get me up I ain't never had to ask a bitch for nothing but to f*ck Eating dick ain't bound for fame Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain 6 Js, 6 Ks 6 Blades, bullets looking Miss Payne Take a break for 6 days, still it hit cold Let us hit the range, you'll peep how my wrist changed Nothing started from the bottom, that shit started from the soul I bet Red still toting rockets when the Carter's at my shows If that bitch ain't my Beyonce get it started on the floor Bitch I'm Dretti off the gas, in the carpet busting holes Eating dick ain't bound for fame Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain Eating dick ain't bound for fame Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain