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I don't wanna stop
I need more to pop
I'm so Mr. Pop
I don't wanna rot
In my fuckin thoughts
Help my soul, it's lost
Fucked up, I'm locked up
My jaw hurts, it'll lock up
Why can't just you love me for me
Girl you're not what
You said girl you're bothered
Was grateful I taught her
To be what she wanted to be
Now she's not what
I thought
Everyday gotta help my life with glocks
Smokin up in front of all of these cops
I'm not over you
You're not over me
I'll spill the truth
I don't wanna stop
I need more to pop
I'm so Mr. Pop
I don't wanna rot
In my fuckin thoughts
Help my soul, it's lost
Fucked up, I'm locked up
My jaw hurts, it'll lock up
Why can't just you love me for me
Girl you're not what
You said girl you're bothered
Was grateful I taught her
To be what she wanted to be
Now she's not what
In my room, writing all day
Makin beats, makin love, makin music
We care about the money
I crave more, I'm hungry
Been broke like no penny
Dollaz will not change me
I know I will make it
My mind is too shaded
Say what you been thinkin'
I'm still gonna blaze it
Was it that bad
She wasn't that mad
Have let it wrap
Could get more than that
This shit was late
This shit was hate
Mess all your riches
The balance of fate
Again n again n
Again n again n
Again n again n
Catch it
You'll miss it
Life is fast
Again n again n
Again n again n
Again n again n
Again n again
Catch it
You'll miss it
Life is fast
Yeah, floating in a boat
In the middle of the ocean
You ask me why I'm dead?
Yeah, Wanna
Be Cadillac 83 you and me
You're the queen
I'm the king
Yeah, But I spit better
Than your sidekick
Why you have a sidechick
While I got a side-gig
You can call me psychic
And I gotta ice-pick
So many options
Hit em with your night stick
And I'll concentrate
On the haters later, what?
Come and go it's
Like they scared
Of being predictable!
And I'll always be loud
Don't mean to interrupt
Get the cash to my hands
Be all blistered up
Loved you mama
Like there's no end (no end)
Look into my eyes
See the truth coming
Straight (straight)
Pull up with the gang
Prolly got some fame
Your boy will soon
Have my album
In his photoframe (frame, frame)
Chasin me, chasin me
These cops always chasin me
Rest in peace
Rest in peace your
Boy's gotta rest in peace
Say what?
It's raining cats and dogs (woof)
Gotta pull down to my crib
Always think twice before
I'm about to take a hit
Always think twice before
I'm about to take a hit
Always think twice before
I'm about to take a hit
Always think twice before
I'm about to take a hit (hit)
Always think twice before
I'm about to take a hit (Skrrrrr)
She's texting me
And I'd be ghosting her
Got to know the true
Intentions behind her love
I'm nauseous
I'm nauseous
I'm nauseous
I'm nauseous
