Revenge

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    Sometimes I can really be fucked up
    Ain't nothing much to say, but hey goodbye
    Everybody wanna tell the truth, but lie
    I can see these n*ggas right through my eye
    Bitch I’m reckless, I'm Ruthless, very much stupid
    All about this money, n*ggas hit my phone who this
    Broken heart, but now I’m in the club
    I’m feelin’ fucked up
    Is you fuckin with me, is you fuckin with a scrubs
    I know, I know
    Had to draw that bitch off
    N*gga why you talkin’, well I think that shits off
    I’m walking around like a rock star
    Double Rs parked all up in my backyard

    Sometimes I can really be fucked up
    Ain't nothing much to say, but hey goodbye
    Everybody wanna tell the truth, but lie
    I can see these n*ggas right through my eye

    Fuck love but I need medicine
    All in for myself, cuz these n*ggas not my friends
    Bitch why you mad, you don’t even care don’t pretend
    I’m tryna kill that n*gga cuz it’s all about revenge
    I started from a zero now I flipped it to a hundred
    All about this money, cuz I got something from it
    Put my dick up in her mouth and now it’s in her stomach
    Yeah I be the boss, no body guards in public
    I just wanna chill with my day 1s
    Outside, but it’s raining, but I feel the sun
    I’m already in my black Air Force 1s
    I’m doing what I gotta do, no options

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    Sometimes I can really be fucked up
    Ain't nothing much to say, but hey goodbye
    Everybody wanna tell the truth, but lie
    I can see these n*ggas right through my eye

    Sometimes I can really be fucked up
    Ain't nothing much to say, but hey goodbye
    Everybody wanna tell the truth, but lie
    I can see these n*ggas right through my eye

    I don’t really wanna know about nothing
    N*ggas always tryna make assumptions
    And it’s always on that fucking shit, so fuck it
    Ballin’ on these n*ggas cuz I’m making straight buckets
    Fendi on my body, n*gga can’t afford a jacket
    Pistol on my waist, fuck n*gga it’s a habit
    If it’s smoke that you want, fuck n*gga you can have it
    If you want some clout, put a fork in a outlet
    Now I ain’t playing with these n*ggas
    I ain’t playing with these bitches, no I ain’t finish
    All you n*ggas jokes, all you n*ggas real gimmicks
    I stay solid, man I stay real prolific

    Sometimes I can really be fucked up
    Ain't nothing much to say, but hey goodbye
    Everybody wanna tell the truth, but lie
    I can see these n*ggas right through my eye

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