Backwards lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hieroglyphs in the crypts of the egyptians
The reason why I tell you motherf*ckin fools to listen
Cause I ain't chillin, boy I'm focused on my grizzy grind
Or passed out, is he fine? Workin in my busy time
...Most times I'm smokin on that loud pack
Last time went deaf, I'm workin to get my sound back
Under crimes, killin butterflies in my sound checks
I sound stressed..
Goin apesh*t as I pound chest
Ridin shotty wit my shawty, headed to the party
Sayin I can't see you, I ain't lookin at nobody
Am I sorry? Hardly
b*tch I put it down, don't plan to pick it up
I spill my drink she lick it up
Rip the beat, then stitch it up
Kembe you the class clown!
Nah, b*tch you classless
I'm tryna f*ck, let's see who chugs the jungle juice the fastest
Stop before we knocked back, then when I get the ass
I delete her out my contacts, and cop a pair of glasses
Baby here's my last hint
All my f*cks is past tense
I'm still gone be a as*h*le when scrapin up my last cents
Told the b*tch to kill herself, I ain't seen her ass since
She left cause all my cash spent
But SHE mournin my absence
Hook [x2]

That sh*t backwards x3
But I'm the one that's goin crazy if you ask her

Verse 2

Classified government codes up in this class of mine
Give my son his pacifier, searchin through the classifieds
Been on my job, but no bread so I can't provide
Yeastless and still I rise...
And even still I ride for all my guys, who done tossed me to the side
Even though it nibbles at my pride
I let it die for the n*ggas who come and go by choice
Ignore my rings, but hear my screams cause they know my voice
...
Beat but never broken b*tch I'm bout to bust a big one
Bring a bunch of ammunition and a box of loaded pistols
n*ggas made as babies, tend to b*tch when something tickles
Meds done got me in a pickle
sh*t don't never be as simple as it seems..
Dream killers pullin strings up and sh*t
But the scent of desperation seems to linger a bit
Now I'm attackin at the point of a finger
Them n*ggas built me.. in attempt to kill me
b*tch
Hook [x2]

That sh*t backwards x3
But I'm the one that's goin crazy if you ask her

[Bridge]

Unroll, re-wrap
Get clean.. relapse
The streets seem to agree
I play it smooth, sh*t I'll be that x4

Man none of that foxtail sh*t around my n*ggas, that sh*t is mad ugly..
Like foreal..
That sh*t ain't TRIBE, that sh*t ain't cool.. that sh*t ain't nothin
Getcho goofy ass outta here (Seriously though, that sh*t is ugly)

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