Correction Paroles Media Freestyle par Chris Sails

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They praying on my downfall 'cause I'm popping
I can get any b*t*h I want, I got options
I don't trust a soul, n***as be on that opp sh*t
Run up on me wrong, n***a get hit with that chopstick
See some twins, I want both of y'all, I don't gotta choose
Gucci on my belt n***a, spikes in my shoes
These Balmains b*t*h, these are not Trues
I remember you ain't wanna f**k with me in school
Now I done came up, b*t*h I'm the man
If you coming over, make sure you bring your friends
'Cause the gang tryna get it in, white girl off them xans
Damn if that's your b*t*h then why she calling me again?
I don't care about your lames, I don't need no f**king friends
I just need the gang, pray to God we don't change
N***a think it's fun and games 'til he lose his brains
Hell nah you can't hang with the gang, you a lame
'Cause where your a** was at when I was beggin' for some change?
B*t*h I was homeless, yeah I had to do my thing
Came up out Detroit but I still stayed the same
Hating a** hoes always speaking on my name
Keep my name out your mouth, you just tryna get clout
If you suck it real good I might have to shout you out
I ain't tryna hear excuses, I done turned ruthless
After we get done f**king, hurry up and call your Uber
I ain't worried about no b*t*h, I'm too focused on that bag
Have you ever seen five hundred thousand in cash?
They say I fell off, I just take that sh*t and laugh
Only thing fell off was my love, not the bag
Smoke so many trees, I look Asian
B*t*h you too basic, don't touch me, you dusty
You might get a pic if you lucky, your boyfriend look musty, b*t*h
F**k you hatin' a** n***as
All you wanna be rapping a** n***as
Lame a** n***as tryna get clout, f**k you n***as
Keep my f**king name out your mouth
Lil bitty b*t*hes

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