RINGO

[Verse 1]

Fuck all of that fashion rap
You backin' up rented whips with tricky chicks you payin' up right after that function split up
Pitchy black, where you don the get up, back to actin' crack and sit up
Actin like a tragic figure
No you didn't pick up bricks or live in always hidden
You could say I act suburban, I at least admit it
Underneath the LV bags you should reconsider
Why your homies never called you up when you were hit up

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[Verse 2]

Gang and them gone and dipped while you sittin' with IV drips
And the time you on crucifix they were sittin' with new editions
You took a leap off the bars, but should I call that a dive?
You paranoid off the bars, so bad you sleep with a knife
You stay believing it's living without a meaning
You itchin' you almost screaming, where sanity when you need it?
You scared of todo, mostly scared of being needed
Disappearing suddenly without giving a reason
Orange bottle came to claim you, wish you could delete it
Once upon a time you were a clean kid
I'm sending this ahead, I'm hoping that I never read it
Realize I spent my time being what I critiqued then
This is my reaction to the shit that I've been seeing
Wanna make my way, no disease, deceased homies
Taking my direction from the streets that helped grow me
Feeling introspective 'bout the new me and the old me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah