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Lyrics from snippets
[Intro]
This is a story, people probably thinking this is just about some kid rapping 'bout taking drugs and shit like that
But if you thinking that then you fucking dumb
This ain't no, no Lil Pump shit you get me?
Start the beat already
[Verse]
Okay, I'm just a usual man with a plan
And like my coke bitch without a can
And I do this shit because I can
Now a lot of people think I ain't the man
Say that to my dealer as I walk up and put seven in his hand
Then I take it back to the crib, then I go insane like a moon landing
My nephew thinks that I'm in a gang
What would that little shit know? He's in the school band!
So let's go to where this shit began
Okay, me and the homies would hang
Not like Logan Paul, I'm a man
We was heating up liquids on the pan
We would take some and go "Damn!"
Then pass some over to the jan (It's dax!)
Then go to the place and play some Modern Warfare on LAN
We'd keep smoking shit till my momma rang
Had to tell my mom that it's not a gang
Cause she thought that I got a gang
Okay, three months later we ballin'
Luckily now my momma wasn't calling
But down the ranks we was fallin'
Bitch we was all around the city we was tourin'
Looking for some bitches who be whorin'
But once papa came home we was pourin'
The liquids down the sink otherwise you're in
Big motherfucking trouble and you chorin'
We was making spoken CD's like Malcom X
We was all alone had to pay the checks
Then wait until next we wreck, a bar cut off elec
Had to tell them that I'm no good with tech!
Had to make sure that we locked the gate
Then go beat up some faggot gays
Back then was the better days
But listen this story gets bigger like Sommer Ray! (Ok!)
One day I got home late, until I found my mama (Wait)
She's fucking dead!
Oh shit she bust eleven to her head
She must've found my fucking meds
Must've gone Japanese like Lil Red
She was thinking I had a girly to take to the bed
When she knew my gf dead like Flanders Ned
Oh shit who's that coming it is the feds! (Oh shit!)
My life is Armageddon so I stop at 7/11
But then I fucking realise my life going 9/11
Just like a care I'm revving, like my daddy name is Kevin
Huh, and I'm still a fucking Monster! (Rah!)
Bitch you know I can't wait any longer
I wanna bang this bitch like a conga (Conga!)
She said "Only if you pull up in a Honda!" (The fuck?)
Remember this got bigger like Sommer?
Well that's my dick cause I'm on her
But then she kicks me out when I steal her lingerie
So I reply with a nasty bonjour
Baby I try not to abuse you
Yet I use you, and I choose you, like a Pikachu
And I know I got some screws loose
But I'm not like these fools who
Diss for clout but in the end get their head shot
Then we kidnap 'em and torture 'em and make 'em where toutou's
So as I pop 11 of the Xanax, I get another hundred like Clash of Clan's barracks
[Refrain]
Did we take this too far?
Anymore we behind some bars (Uhuh)
Laughing at the haters like hahaha
Baby we dancing like the chachacha
We gone party till the morning like my papapa
We gone spray it like ratata
Did we take this too far?
Anymore we behind some bars (Uhuh)
Laughing at the haters like hahaha
Baby we dancing like the chachacha
We gone party till the morning like my papapa
We gone spray it like ratata
[Interlude]
*Someone taking pills*
Ah, this the good shit right now, you feel me?
Yeah, that's the shit!
Damn straight
Hold up, the fuck is that outside?
It's my dealer hold up lemme go get the stuff
Ok
*Gunshots*
The fuck? Oh shit!
*Car taking off*
Someone call an ambulance!
[Refrain]
Did we take this too far?
Anymore we behind some bars (Uhuh)
Laughing at the haters like hahaha
Baby we dancing like the chachacha
We gone party till the morning like my papapa
We gone spray it like ratata
Did we take this too far?
Anymore we behind some bars (Uhuh)
Laughing at the haters like hahaha
Baby we dancing like the chachacha
We gone party till the morning like my papapa
We gone spray it like ratata
[Outro]
Anyway, uhm that's my story, I hoped you understand
You see, a lot of rappers glorify drugs and shit
And then these kids who look up to them gone take that shit
And well, become lowlives, I'm not gonna say you have to stop
But think of the other people man
And you gone think
(Did we take this too far?)