Correction Paroles COMPOSITION III IN RED, WHITE, AND BLACK par Lil Darkie

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Paroles

Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!
I think something's wrong! Nah, it's okay

Are you ready? Are you ready?
I be drunk walking steady
Off the alcohol and medi
I'm addicted to not thinking
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I don't think this nigga ready
Why you talking like you is
And then you isn't, why you petty?

Let me, let me, let me, let me
Let me, let me, let me, let me

If I keep using like I'm choosing to
Then by the time I'm 50 you'll be losing, dude
I had to grow up, I had to humble myself
This body is not mine, it is the people came before me
And the moments make a story I'm ignoring
Why I'm bugging? I be tweaking, I be shrugging off the weekends
Reefer reeking, reaping everything I sow, cut up a leaf and seed it
Weakened, then I go proceed to blow
How you moving slow in the river? You gotta row, niggas hoes

Fuck that shit, an impossible prick get
Beat the fuck up outside his own show
By some black kids, attacked, "Why you saying nigga, though?"
You ain't bring a trigger though, bitch, wanna spread pain?
Been a lot of bitches sickened by the way I'm in they brain
Seen you bought a fucking ticket, fill my pockets, you insane, figures
Ain't a person here finna listen through the shame, niggas

Off it, stomp through the profit
I might put your ideology in a coffin
Fuck the bullshit infecting your mind
Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy

Fuck your color, fuck a follower amount
What you about, nigga? Shout if you tired of the clout
Like, "I am", wet 'em up, "I am" wet 'em up
"I hate everything you motherfuckers stand for"
If I'm gonna die what the fuck I collect bands for, nigga?
For the children, own a building on some land
Fuck a Patek, fuck a Rollie, I'm a faggot, I'm the man, nigga, damn
Do a hand stand tanning in the sand 'cause I can

Highs and lows, I know a flow that might surprise you, though
I keep pain inside my body, gotta let him out
Scream 'til everything is tearing at the seams
They don't want none of that
Fuck nigga talking out his butthole, for what tho?
Every person I know hella cutthroat
I'm rolling with a crutch, ho, but you the one disabled
Think Cain hated Abel? Lay his head on the table
Now you is just a fable, looking like a bagel

Are you ready? Are you ready?
I be drunk walking steady
Off the alcohol and medi
I'm addicted to not thinking
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I don't think this nigga ready
Why you talking like you is
And then you isn't, why you petty?

Off it, stomp through the profit
I might put your ideology in a coffin
Fuck the bullshit infecting your mind
Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy
High, see a Darkie fly thru the sky
Cry when a nigga taking all my pie

Why, when my nigga went inside?

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