CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Disobey
Yeah
My grandmomma had high hopes
I don't want to die bro
I just spread love and leave this b*t*h on a high note
If we talkin' money then you n***as got my vote
The pu**y might be good but these b*t*hes is psychos
That's facts, I never sit with twelve and tell info'
They run up on you pullin' techs out they Chanel trench coats
b*t*h, I rep Atlanta like I'm Arthur Blank's assault rifles
Look just like them sh*ts that they shoot off of tanks
As we been gettin' money, my memory often draws a blank
If it's beef, Chef Boyar Benton cook all the flakes
Yeah, you know the God can't be boxed in
b*t*h, I'm in top ten since I was signed with Hopsin
Drugs got me 'noyed, I feel like somebody watchin'
My circle gettin' small 'cause I feel like somebody plottin'
I lost a good friend who was sniffin' up oxycontin
Wish I knew you was depressed, now you stiff in that box, rottin'
I play the tough guy like I wasn't suppressing fears
Thought I wasn't good enough 'cause I wasn't impressing peers
Now it's f**k a favorite rapper, I'm the God
Used to look up to you n***as 'til I found out they all frauds
Yeah, I'm finna ride on my enemies
f**k a drive-by, I'll walk up on you, like "You remember me?"
After I kill 'em, I pray that I find some inner peace
My demons keep me up, swear to God, I cannot get any sleep
Yeah, uh, hail Mary
It's [?] and the bodies are well buried
Eh, somebody call a pastor
Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters
Motherf**ker
My grandmomma had high hopes
I don't want to die bro
I just spread love and leave this b*t*h on a high note
If we talkin' money then you n***as got my vote
The pu**y might be good but these b*t*hes is psychos
That's facts, I never sit with twelve and tell info'
They run up on you pullin' techs out they Chanel trench coats
b*t*h, I rep Atlanta like I'm Arthur Blank's assault rifles
Look just like them sh*ts that they shoot off of tanks
As we been gettin' money, my memory often draws a blank
If it's beef, Chef Boyar Benton cook all the flakes
Yeah, you know the God can't be boxed in
b*t*h, I'm in top ten since I was signed with Hopsin
Drugs got me 'noyed, I feel like somebody watchin'
My circle gettin' small 'cause I feel like somebody plottin'
I lost a good friend who was sniffin' up oxycontin
Wish I knew you was depressed, now you stiff in that box, rottin'
I play the tough guy like I wasn't suppressing fears
Thought I wasn't good enough 'cause I wasn't impressing peers
Now it's f**k a favorite rapper, I'm the God
Used to look up to you n***as 'til I found out they all frauds
Yeah, I'm finna ride on my enemies
f**k a drive-by, I'll walk up on you, like "You remember me?"
After I kill 'em, I pray that I find some inner peace
My demons keep me up, swear to God, I cannot get any sleep
Yeah, uh, hail Mary
It's [?] and the bodies are well buried
Eh, somebody call a pastor
Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters
Motherf**ker
