$irChronic - Blue & Red

She said "how you say you love me but you cannot send a text bro?"
I was popping pills that's blue and red like the feds bro
I was at my lowest venting to the instrumentals
But you wouldn't get it cause you're not an instrumental
I was on some "Tryna focus on me" from the get go
But that ass is fat, I don't think I'd ever let go
You know that I had these pure intentions from the get go
But you steady tweaking so its over to the next ho
Heard you got another one, I can't say he the best though
Ain't no upgrades after me you settling for less bro
Tell him bout' that scar that's on your neck that I left bro
Let's go test his patience find out what's gon' happen next bro
Writers block for 7 months was fucking with my mental
I was in my head, when are gon' make the bread bro?
But i made it back so now I'm stepping on their necks bro
And i been the greatest since recording on my headphones

In my hands
I won't ever stop until that mic is in my hands
I won't ever stop until I jump into the fans
I won't ever stop until I'm richer than her mans
I won't ever stop until they know who I am
44 in bands got me feeling like the man
I was popping pills but I could never pop a xan
Bording up the flights we so high might never land
We don't pray for friends we just pray for hella bag
Bitch respect me
Must be out your mind thinking dissing me could end me
Might just fuck your bitch if try to disrespect me
He don't know his girlfriend was my side nigga test me
Me and Zanny really made a stack from a 20
Imma stay the villain cause i been the one they envy
If you're tryna bar to bar the beef then i got plenty
If you want a war best believe the clip is empty

Written by:
Thuto Tlaka

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