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[Intro]
AFFLICTED

[Chorus: girlsynth]
I knew you were fake from the ju-u-ump
I met my idols man I couldn't f*ck this up
I told him stop his shawty, she couldn't get enough
I knew you would do me wrong and these n*ggas just my sons
They wanna be me, I-I told them lies yeah I try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that sh*t, he won't be breathing
You making music no success, so what's the meaning?
We gon' leave him bleeding
Let's go-go-go-go
I heard your song, you shouldn't post-post-post-post
I'm with my gang, we do the most-most-most-most
I run it up, I'm stacking shows-shows-shows-shows (And that's just how we coming)

[Verse 2: crusey]
Turn the page b*tch, I f*cking flip the script-ript
Got a tac, b*tch, I keep that sh*t equipped-quipped
Talkin-talkin sh*t but we don't know who you is-is
L-Log him out now he mad he wanna quit-quit
I I-I can't-can't let him get away-way
T-Tie him up now he digging his own gr-a-ave
I I-I can't-can't let him get away
Feel like prkr, "Feel like crusafix, I pull up with a blade" (Dude)
[Verse 3: 1crusafix]
I've been at the top (Yeah)
Why you on my c*ck, bruh?
Can you get a job? No, you're broke, and I'm u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up
Now your life is over, smoking sticky-ticky pack, such a f*ckin' stoner
Yeah, I hold that rifle, knock him out no NyQuil
Bodies stackin' in the room, stacking like the Eiffel
Shut up-Shut up, wait that's the wrong song
Talkin' sh*t on me (O-O-O-Oh), smash him in the wall

[Verse 4: dime!]
I swear to god, I'm givin' up
Talkin' down on gang, pus*y, I don't give a f*ck
Spraying all these bullets hit your face, you better duck
n*gga when I run up on your gang (You out of luck)
b*tch I'm making profit, yeah you better stop it
b*tch I'm making profit, yeah you better stop
b*tch— b*tch I'm making pro-o—, yeah you better sto-op it
b*tch I'm making pro-o—, yeah you better stop—

[Chorus: girlsynth]
I knew you were fake from the ju-u-ump
I met my idols man I couldn't f*ck this up
I told him stop his shawty, she couldn't get enough
I knew you would do me wrong and these n*ggas just my sons
They wanna be me, I-I told them lies yeah I try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that sh*t, he won't be breathing
You making music no success, so what's the meaning?
We gon' leave him bleeding
Let's go-go-go-go
I heard your song, you shouldn't post-post-post-post
I'm with my gang, we do the most-most-most-most
I run it up, I'm stacking shows-shows-shows-shows (And that's just how we coming)
[Outro]
Play AFFLICTED, bih', yeah!
Yeah, get the f*ck up, dawg, yeah!