Shingie-Lee and aside van coke - DARK PIT SARDINES

Yeah
Wake up on a bright cold day
Sunday afternoon
Terrorize north, I'm a rap typhoon
Money on my mind
Get my cash going boom
Fist fight demons I'm a spirehto goon
I was sitting outside with the south side fiends
Talking bout the G and the -reen that's green
Packing up straps like can sardines
Pull up on your if block if we smelling sardines
That's fishy, niggas these days straight bitches
Niggas these days share bars
Like they in the same prison
Straight up AE you can label me ambitious
Quick to smoke a nigga for no reason
Wait, hold up, pause, caution
I am not a nigga man I'm feeling like a martian
Lyrical genius confirmed
If it's rapping I'm finna lay a nigga in a coffin
I'm all in
Dealt with addiction, fell for the sick bitch
I was in a dark pit, now I'm seeking sunlight
Lonely nights, had the moonlight
Dancing in my eyes, I told some lies
I'm paying the price, I roll with my guys
We take that risk, we'll roll that dice
(I roll with my guys, we take that risk)
(We'll roll that dice I roll with my guys)

Written by:
Leroy Twaibu

Publisher:
Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music

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