Trio.wav - DIFFERENT (Bullets)

I run it up, I ain't got no problem putting bullets in a head
Most of y'all dumb
And all y'all fake
And im wishin that you was dead
I'm on the that hopping shit
I pop a bitch
Then slide inside the bed
Next to my enemies lil wife
As she proceeds to give me head
Gulp
I'm in it for life
I've been trapped inside my head
It ain't been choice
It's just the way it is
And most can't comprehend
I'm just a product of environment
Drugs that fuck with my head
Went down this course,
Knew it'd be dark
But the Brighter times up ahead
Still can't hop on beats with most
Unless they different
Not paying for nobody's feature
My verses hitting
Y'all been acting acting different
What's up with all the distance
Start having sum motion
The closest ones might start tripping
Been about the money
I ain't want all the attention
If I had it my way I'd be born into a pension
Get to rest my head, stress free
Living every day debt free
But that's just not the way it played out
So don't test me
Bullets might hit your chest piece
Bullets might hit your chest piece
Bullets might hit your chest piece

Written by:
Dannon Knott

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