vir7ual - Velcro (feat. Syah)

I don't stick around for the bullshit
I don't stick around for the bullshit
I don't stick around for the
I don't stick around for the
I don't stick around for the bullshit
Yeah I don't stick around for the bullshit
I don't stick around for the bullshit
I don't stick around for the
I could put a pause on a lot shit
Niggas know I don't be fucking with a lot of them
Real talk, Just don't got the tolerance
Real talk, Just don't got the tolerance
Fuck y'all, Ducked off from a lot of shit
Hot take. Take breaks from a bad bitch?
Whole face going to change to a savage
My space too gold to be sad
Too bad for the hoe
No holding me captive
Low blows ain't folding a captain
Blown smoke be slowing the thoughts
Only grabbing a trophy if it's in my absence
Wait
When you trying to tap in nigga? (Boy fuck that shit!)
PSN with the little niggas? (Boy fuck that shit!)
Got a home girl out here looking for a friend
If I send you going to chill with her?
Not really but I know that I'm still hitting (Ima fuck that bitch!)
Still hitting but I'm still hidden
Like... Well you will get it
Y'all be draining a nigga of real feelings
I would stain them if I was a real villain
Matter fact, niggas know I'm a real villain
Give me space or I might have to kill them
Give me space or I might have to kill them
Niggas know I don't be fucking with a lot of them
Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance
Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance
Fuck y'all
Pause on a lot of shit
Niggas know I don't be fucking with a lot of them
Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance
Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance
Fuck y'all
I ain't fucking with you niggas
Oh shit, Oh shit
I ain't sticking with you niggas
Oh shit, Oh shit
I ain't sticking with you niggas
Oh shit, Little bitch
One of those tragic days, you staggered in habits
The baddest ways the absents of lavish
Still the acts displayed are plastic fake and rather dense in lack the sense
Act awake but crashed in mental
That's when niggas hit you and ask
"Hey let me get a verse dog. Come on"
End up being sad knowing how it works dog
Man I'm just trying to rap, I ain't trying to hurt y'all
Motor boat a bad bitch when we first talk
But the sad shit, she ask if I'm trying to go far
Oh lord
Last thing a nigga need trying to Mozart in this rap shit
All my day is packed with is ashes and goyard rags and a bag full of bad trips
Sax Fifth my actions, I'm tapped in and acting on it I mean
Back to the pad, with sonnets my dreams is on it
My steez a portrait
Spit three sixteens. I stun fiends like Steve Austin
Leave me be often
Deemed to be the hardest out of this side
Syah's off it
Time to park this ride, bitch

Written by:
Jayden Heath, Josiah Marson

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