Bottled In
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Ay what the fuck I'm supposed
To do when niggas come to me for help
'Yac ain't got no therapist
He just be talking to himself
Just stay thinking positive
And I stay hoping all is well
I be thinking 'bout this shit
While I be smoking by myself
But when I'm around the people
I still be inside of my head
Once I see the clown in people
All I seem to see is red
When you look inside my face
all I seem to be is dead
All my inner senses gone
and all the blood that I done shed
Looking like a dะตmon off this pill
But I believe in Jะตsus
Looking like a nigga walked through hell
But I'm just leaving neiman's
Imma do the skid then hop back in
Tell bro just leave it runnin'
That bitch left her address in my DM's I ain't even comin'
50 shots, up 2 extendos, leave at least a hunnid
He gon leave with bullet holes in his shit
Trynna leave with somethin
He gon die protecting someone else death
He gon bleed for nothing
Imma make one call
- if he pick up -
That shit gon end discussion
And that ain't your blick
Let me show you how to shoot that shit
Click it, then hit it, put your enemy of top of it
The shooter is on point he be on top of shit
Stand over the top of him and pop his shit
After he was poppin' shit
That boy on the internet
He @-ing niggas he don't even know
He talking crazy on my phone,
But he don't know we at his show
He set us up, he set us stuck,
We got the load and we got low
I had a dream I caught 2 bodies
And I got away with both
If he snitchin'
Fuck his life
I'm acting racist to that type
I get persuasive with that pipe,
Convince that boy give me his life
I got that burner on my hip,
I up that flame and I ignite
I spent more money on this gun than you got on,
Boy, fuck a fight
He was dancing with the devil
Now he turning in his grave
When you run from me, you runnin' from a monster that you made
Very lil' that you can do,
But it ain't nothing that you could say
A big AR,
He running far,
I'm pullin' cards,
We playing spades
He gon give me what's up on him,
I'm gon take it if I want it
I got killers put 'em on him if he trynna be my opponent
Let that choppa suit him up,
He hit his head,
He look like Conan
I've seen some shit that turnt a lil' boy to a demon {?}
Ridin' with that stick,
Like I'm handicapped,
I got a limp
If I'm hitting line in this bitch,
Fuck security,
We got 'em in
Another check just hit,
We goin shoppin' in
Buy my bitch some lingerie to model in
I keep my feelings bottled in