Libras Don’t Die lyrics

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Damn
That's how n*ggas get when they start gettin' money
They don't hit you up, they don't text back
When you out don't look at me
Ain't that a b*tch, why is you rich?
Eat two di*ks, I don't give a sh*t
And you gotta a lisp, I ain't ate sh*t
Told me I was nothing, you could suck a di*k
Now look at you, all on my back
Tryna f*ck my b*tches, tryna hit the back
f*ck you ho, take a lap
Oh, you wanna sleep, bow!, take a nap
Don't forget we was raised in the trap
Sittin' in the front, head to the back
Rosa Parks that, b*tch [?]
It's my turn, oh, you mad?
Everything's goin' according to the plan
Used to be the man, now you just a fan
Used to sell pounds, now you sellin' grams
Said your ass was solo, now you're in a band
Thought it all would last, should've made a plan
Now you in a box, [?] on the sand
Two front teeth, I don't give a damn
Sweet ass n*ggas actin' like jam
[Chorus]
Why the f*ck would I stress it?
'Cause ho I been countin\ my blessings
I got women undressin'
We f*ck without poppin' the question

[Verse 2]
Like, "Hey, I'm Renee, 20 years old
Head game proper, body so cold
Momma from the North, daddy from below
And they both taught me everything I know
But I'm still a ho, never went to school
Only hit the pole just to make some dough
Gotta feed my son, money's on the low
So if you could? f*ck it, I'ma go"
Tapped her on the shoulder, said "I feel your pain"
Told her, "Drop it low" then I made it rain
Goddamn game f*ckin' with my veins
Used to be a slave now I love these chains
Steve on a raw, PHC the lames
Doin' everything, even cocaine
b*tch wanted two we don't say names
Sorry, I'm just worried 'bout some other things
Like makin' bank 'fore I hit the plank
Let me hit the weed 'fore I hit the drank
Me and FlyLo we don't be playin'
Straight up gorillas, f*ck, I'm going Saiyan
n*gga, know what I'm sayin'? Ain't no show if you ain't payin'
More of these black nuts [I'm rather?]
Will you die? Go ask [Jaden?]
[Chorus]
Take a roofie, you haters just talk a lot
I'm a Libra so swaggin' is what I'm 'bout
Swear to God, if you keep talkin', suck a c*ck
f*ck do I gotta do to get on the block?
f*ck do I gotta do to get on the block?
f*ck do I gotta do to get on the block?
Swear to God, if you keep talkin', suck a c*ck
I'm a Libra so swaggin' is what I'm 'bout

[Interlude]
So, you know, ha-ha
I came into this world October 5th
That nasty [?] f*ckin' beat
FlyLo came in to this motherf*cker on the 7th
But maybe this sh*t isn't for you

[Verse 3]
So you need to stop rappin'
Go and get a job, pay for your kid
Do good to ma, do your homework
sh*t's due tomorrow
n*gga, I ain't got sh*t for you to borrow
Stayin' this route, sh*t gon' be sorrow
Gotta be prepared, might be no tomorrow
Better be Jimmy, don't be Carl
Date a good girl not a f*ckin' harlot
Stop talkin' 'bout Rihanna anymore
Man, the b*tch don't even got bars
Bet her pus*y gon' smell like [yours?]
Yeah, I'm goin' hard, call me Carl
I'm a cop a lap [?], call that [?]
Take care of my kids on four
But she take care of mine on four
f*ck payin' child support