Lyam Taylor - ACTIVI$t

Fuck a fake motherfucker
All these niggas double faced
But I put em in their place
Like that cake motherfucker
Till I'm coming back around
Like a hula on your waist nigga
Lately I been straight
Cause my feelings feeling straight
Got my 7s in her 8s
And I really gotta make
Make it out the hood
So I take her to the states
Sometimes I be losing faith
Ask myself if imma make it
(Yeah) make it to the greats
Sometimes I ain't showing face
And I really never chase
But I'm running at my pace
And I know I gotta wait
I know I gotta wait
But I really cannot wait
Cause I really need some more
Like my liquor when I'm fazed
But I know it's just a phase
Okay
Okay
Fucken need angles in my circle
Fucken need yellow tings like purple
Never on time like I side bitch curfew
Never stay close otherwise I'll hurt you
I been at church
Looking at virgin mary's but these Mary's ain't christian
I fell in love with a girl named Kristin
She fell in love for the woods like Tristan
Okay
Okay
And she used put bottles in my face
All my friends were by my side now some of these niggas acting strange
Hmh
Okay (why)
Some are of the niggas never call
Just because I had my fall, that don't mean that my ass won't ball nigga
And I still got stacks like Ivan Cross
Yet I'm fucked up
Yeah fucked up
I might lose my morals for the night
I might lose my morals for my life

Written by:
Kutlwano Morema

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