Caspy EL Dizza - If i'D Confess To You

I'd tell you like
I'd tell you like
I'd tell you about my pain
But, really this shoutout
Like, you showed me bout yo true face
So thank you I'm about to bounce like
Stepped up
Couple crums done cake up
Spiky on my toes
I lift the bottom
Its all bled out
Hey
Wrist frost
Couple blikkys on us
Shooter got a bag
And in that bag its whatever's out
Hey
I'd tell you about my pain
But, really this shoutout
Like, you showed me bout yo true face
So thank you I'm about to bounce like
Stepped up
Couple crums done cake up
Spiky on my toes
I lift the bottom
Its all bled out
Hey
Wrist frost
Couple blikkys on us
Shooter got a bag
And in that bag its whatever's out
Hey
If you "wanna" go to war
Then we can go to war
I'm just trying to build some
You're trying to crash the fort
I had to keep a piece
"Cuz" you can bring me peace
We be arguing the most
You're hotter then the streets
It's a cold lone line
We're i come from
East side of my town like Compton
West side banging hood
Like "we're you from or some?"
This south central
Neighborhoods division
I'd tell you about my pain
But, really this shoutout
Like, you showed me bout yo true face
So thank you I'm about to bounce like
Stepped up
Couple crums done cake up
Spiky on my toes
I lift the bottom
Its all bled out
Hey
Wrist frost
Couple blikkys on us
Shooter got a bag
And in that bag its whatever's out
Hey
I've done told you patience
Is the only way to hold
A real nigga down
Whenever I'm faded
I'm just trying to forget shit
I got demons inside
Patience baby Patience
Say you'll hold me down
Patience, patience
Say you'll hold me down
I'd tell you about my pain
But, really this shoutout
Like, you showed me bout yo true face
So thank you I'm about to bounce like
Stepped up
Couple crums done cake up
Spiky on my toes
I lift the bottom
Its all bled out
Hey
Wrist frost
Couple blikkys on us
Shooter got a bag
And in that bag its whatever's out
Hey
I'd tell you about my pain
But, really this shoutout
Like, you showed me bout yo true face
So thank you I'm about to bounce like
Stepped up
Couple crums done cake up
Spiky on my toes
I lift the bottom
Its all bled out
Hey
Wrist frost
Couple blikkys on us
Shooter got a bag
And in that bag its whatever's out
Hey

Written by:
Lync- Adams Paulotte Saintelus

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