FEEFA

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Trapped on one stop, served my own block, bought my own watch
 (Own watch)
 Loaded Glock, letting that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us
 (Freeze us)
 Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
 Big knots, fuck the dirty cops (Hey Michael)
 They can't seize nothin'
 Big shot, fuck that little thot, I don't need y'all
 I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia
 Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh
 Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh
 The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole
 Gotta stay ready for the smoke
 'Cause niggas tryna take my soul
 I can't go
 Thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though
 Niggas don't know shit 'bout that
 How the fuck a nigga switch like that?
 Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that
 Pull a grip from the hip like that
 Keep it around me, I can't never lack
 Niggas around me, they stay with the strap
 Move from around me, or you could get whacked
 I see an opp and I'm leaving him flat, oh-oh
 Percocet, bitches on me, I'm a walking brand
 Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand, hoes in the sprinter van
 Pulling up sprayin', bullet holes in the trash cans, I'ma erase your man
 Gunna again, I'll never follow your trend
 Nigga, you do what you can
 Trapped on one stop, served my own block, bought my own watch
 (Own watch)
 Loaded Glock, letting that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us
 (Freeze us)
 Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
 Big knots, fuck the dirty cops, they can't seize nothin'
 Big shot, fuck that little thot, I don't need y'all
 I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia
 Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh
 Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh
 I can't sleep, just took 'em off 15
 Had to break it down to three
 Get on one knee
 I prayed to the lord that he'd watch my family
 Thinking this bitch gon' wait on me
 Thinking my fans remember me
 Thinking my friends remember me
 Nigga, don't switch up on me
 Can't tell me shit, 'specially not no bitch
 Ten for ten with this shit
 I'ma still drop these hits, I'ma still pop my shit
 Got a Draco with the kick
 Glock .30, hollow tips
 Ride around with that shit all on my hip
 See an opp, let it hit
 Lately, I been on some "suck my dick" shit
 Bitch, I'm stressing, oh, bitch, I'm stressing
 Mama saying: don't cry, count your blessings
 I can't sleep, I can't sleep
 (Hey, Michael)
 I can't, uh
 

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Duration
02:43
Key
6
Tempo
140 BPM

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