Wait (wait)
Stop (stop)
I think, we 'bout to make it drop
Wait (wait)
Stop (stop)
I think, we 'bout to make it drop
Wait (wait)
Stop (stop)
I think we 'bout to make it drop
Man got hits, go ride those chicks
Smash that chick, before she flip that switch
Switch the flow paradigm shift (go)
On it quick, quicker than a bullet missed
Blood spilt off a wrist slit, miss me
We that bullshit (go) tricks still trick
People with their own trick up their fist
Further up they sleeve straight to the armpits
More shots missed, click, straight to the head
Boss saying, "It's business, misfits" (go)
Been inside on a daily
No questions for me, still no sun
To heal me lately
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Since volume one dropped, times got messy
Thoughts were heavy, more confetti
'Till my face get different (face get different)
When I run don't chase me
When I fall don't catch me
When I moan-(don't pat me)
Die alone, the "V" got me (Vlone) and I know she
Don't like me but still stay mighty, uh
Been inside on a daily
No questions for me, still no sun
To heal me lately (lately)
Uh, uh, uh
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