Dead Or In Jail
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ENRGY made this one
Ha, yeah
Alright, what the fuck?
Ha, come on
Ayy
Now they saying I'm gon' make it off the rap, they used to say id be dead or in jail
Bout money, I ain't joking with you, no, David Chappell
101 bricks of dog food, fuck Cruella de Vil
I'm a star, hit my one-two, I'm feeling like Terrell
Not worried bout the competition, I'm ahead of myself
They don't really hear the shit I'm saying, they be hating on deaf
Got some young dawgs like family, so I call em' my Neph
Top chef, I'll do anything to put food on the table
You crying about all that you Coulda Been, you sound like Druski Label
I'm trying to eat some steak and shrimp, the fucks a rutabaga?
Really had to go and switch shit up to show I'm fully able
You don't understand that feeling hitting when your bro betray you
I don't got no dirty money this is sober paper
You praying on my downfall, you a holy hater
The young game taking over the rap, and I'm the sole creator
Bitch
I still wouldn't tell a lie if I went A through Z
Quit thinking you a soldier, boy you just JROTC
Fuck graduating for a diploma, gon' get my GED
Got cotton mouth I'm in here screaming "Water" like I'm BLP
Hoe you tripping, what the fuck?, you can't get Louis V
Why-why the fuck you X me out now you trying to be the team?
If I take a L, it's me, when I get a win, it's we
My school paper always had a F, just like a Fendi Tee
Fuck
I could barely focus
Just laugh at all the bullshit, DeMar DeRozan
Pick and pull apart to see the fake, I'm feeling like I'm Moses
Za punching back ferocious
Checked my bank account, I just made pape, and I ain't even notic
Really fucked around and brought the rain, I'm feeling like I'm Jonah
I don't give about a thing, you can tell just by the aroma
This me, I ain't faking none, no, this ain't no persona
Why yo car scream Hellcat? It's a Toyota Corolla
Why the fuck you flexing five 20's but can't keep it a hunnid?
Fuck-fuck all of that chit-chat, come on, give me my money
Rack race, call it a pape derby, like we bet in Kentucky
The za got me peeping shit, I'm high as fuck making discoveries
Just did surgery on the wood, it's hitting in recovery
Was fucked up everyday, trying to get in fuckery
Broke bitch hating on her third abortion and she fucking ugly
I turnt it up, and now they tapping in, out of all of the suddenly
Damn
Ha
I done lost my voice recording this shit man
Fuck
Ha, ha
Ha, yeah
Alright, what the fuck?
Ha, come on
Ayy
Now they saying I'm gon' make it off the rap, they used to say id be dead or in jail
Bout money, I ain't joking with you, no, David Chappell
101 bricks of dog food, fuck Cruella de Vil
I'm a star, hit my one-two, I'm feeling like Terrell
Not worried bout the competition, I'm ahead of myself
They don't really hear the shit I'm saying, they be hating on deaf
Got some young dawgs like family, so I call em' my Neph
Top chef, I'll do anything to put food on the table
You crying about all that you Coulda Been, you sound like Druski Label
I'm trying to eat some steak and shrimp, the fucks a rutabaga?
Really had to go and switch shit up to show I'm fully able
You don't understand that feeling hitting when your bro betray you
I don't got no dirty money this is sober paper
You praying on my downfall, you a holy hater
The young game taking over the rap, and I'm the sole creator
Bitch
I still wouldn't tell a lie if I went A through Z
Quit thinking you a soldier, boy you just JROTC
Fuck graduating for a diploma, gon' get my GED
Got cotton mouth I'm in here screaming "Water" like I'm BLP
Hoe you tripping, what the fuck?, you can't get Louis V
Why-why the fuck you X me out now you trying to be the team?
If I take a L, it's me, when I get a win, it's we
My school paper always had a F, just like a Fendi Tee
Fuck
I could barely focus
Just laugh at all the bullshit, DeMar DeRozan
Pick and pull apart to see the fake, I'm feeling like I'm Moses
Za punching back ferocious
Checked my bank account, I just made pape, and I ain't even notic
Really fucked around and brought the rain, I'm feeling like I'm Jonah
I don't give about a thing, you can tell just by the aroma
This me, I ain't faking none, no, this ain't no persona
Why yo car scream Hellcat? It's a Toyota Corolla
Why the fuck you flexing five 20's but can't keep it a hunnid?
Fuck-fuck all of that chit-chat, come on, give me my money
Rack race, call it a pape derby, like we bet in Kentucky
The za got me peeping shit, I'm high as fuck making discoveries
Just did surgery on the wood, it's hitting in recovery
Was fucked up everyday, trying to get in fuckery
Broke bitch hating on her third abortion and she fucking ugly
I turnt it up, and now they tapping in, out of all of the suddenly
Damn
Ha
I done lost my voice recording this shit man
Fuck
Ha, ha