SLEEEND

[Verse]
Feeling like a rock star, riding out, cop car
Windows tinted, sentenced printed, bitch, I’m going jail now
Throwing in the wet towel, I give up, the game take me
To a far away place, I’m John Wayne Gacy, bitch
I ain't lazy on you nosy bitches, I’m fucking crazy with the rhymes and pitches
Shoutout Marc taking all the pictures
My gang be hitting licks like wizards and witches
Damn the judge really tripping

Man, shout to Mr. Jahlim, looking down at me feeling proud, probably
On award tour, I’m John Gotti
Shouts out to Brandon, he helped me out when shit was wrong
Every Wednesday, those were the days when shit was all fun
Now wе in a tailspin, virus got us fuckin crazy in the whirlwind
Figure out wherе my world went, wherever my girl been and how long till she back
Need my bros to send the verses for the motherfucking track
Run around in circles till the birds start chirping
It ain't my fuckin fault that you a pussy ass virgin, bitch
It ain't my fault you got that profile pic
And it ain't my fault yo bitch look like shit

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