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NBA Youngboy inspired
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If you ask the nigga he probably say I turned my back
Then let'em take a hit
If the truth was told it'd sound something just like this
I done took so many punches
That I had to let one slip
He won't sticking to the plan
So I bide by mine and dip
Done lost so much bread
Had to reinvest my chips
Get down on my knees
Please
Lord put my soul at ease
Cuz on this mic I let it rip
Don't come back up in this bitch
For three years I was bout it
Nah if this nigga sneeze wrong
We gone point and aim the glick
Finna shoot a judy
Ain't tahm bout no flick
My life could make a movie
Call it going broke just to get rich
Countless hours in these studios
This time gone buy itself
If not then up the toolies bro
Back to back hits
Don't talk to me that I'm boolin hoe
Crazy yesterday we was all just cool hoe
Smell op in yo blood and I can hear it in ya lungs
Know just how you moving hoe
See it in ya eyes
Ain't know you confessed it with ya tongue
Ain't nothing to do but get it done
AR to his nose
Wipe it with the semiautomatic
No need to say hello
It's Friday
He won't live to Saturday
Got him breathing like my gas intake
That pressure real loud
Eyes on me
But yo mouth misshaped
Two face made mistake
You'd be surprised bout what a mask'll make
Won't see him in class
That boy a pussy
No need to mass debate
I sent shells flying
I create and then I take
To the bass of 808s
© Jordan Lewis 2020
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