Dawsons Creek

"I thought I wasn't gonna make it. But I'm fucking here, baby Ya'll mad I still fucking lived Ya'll mad I didn't fucking die like a sucker, huh? All jokes aside, none of us know how we're going out None of us know how we're gonna kick the fucking bucket" With friends in here like this, nigga Who the f*ck would need enemies to exist, nigga? Knocking homies off every year it feel like the list bigger I go for revenge, I can't forgive niggas But I been knocking shorties down until shit looking like it's dominoes Whipping round and touring, brand new foreign, named it Fivio Lost my destination, ain't no telling now where I might go I might show up late, I walk in faith and keep my eyelids low Ain't no eight o eight could hide your hate, you niggas auras off Head above the water while I'm drowning in my hardest thoughts AP, two tone Shorty moaning out papi though Dave East Blues on Bloody know bout my body though Shorty from the valley She a baddie and stallion Her body ody ody fucking on me While her mommy home Ain't a lot of f*ck shit on my side That's where they solid on Fucker never gave a nigga shit But still I got it though Pissy on the plane For 7 hours I was nodding off And fucking in the bathroom Pissed attendants and the pilot off Thinking on a level past these dinosaurs around me Sending shots to everybody like I'm Doctor fucking Fauci Balling on them niggas Make the locker room surround me Got me higher than them shorties on Euphoria Don't doubt me, nigga I had to offset niggas Dropping all this dead weight so I could take off quicker Told my sweetie, baby we gonna get these Quavo figures And she hate soft niggas Still don't give permission for beats to breathe when I'm on them My competition is snoring It's three thirteen in the morning This is how i feel bout you hating on my recordings I hope that your lady hate u and get your baby aborted Yo page hit one-hundred k and deleted when it's reported Disrespectful Like mask is off when I'm coughing Still ain't peak, shit I'm awesome I'm in these streets with the orphans I empty heat on your porch Till you floorboards creek, word to Dawson And then I'm off this But you gonna have to tell me what you want from me Mm, mmm You gotta tell me, like Mmm, mmmm, mmmm Mmm, mmmm You'll get the best of me if you want it I could end up being your enemy if u want it I could do it like Mmm, mmm, mmmm Mmm, mmmm I could hear what you telling me if you want it I would catch a felony charge And then end up wanted for you baby I could do it like Mmm, mmm, mmmm