J. BEZZY - GFY

You can get wrecked
You were not down for the set
You never thought you were blessed
Now I'm up next
Back in our day, you used to question the flex
Used to love Jeff, never loved Bezz
You should confess
I was at work doing my best
You were upset
Believed I was getting the neck
Then came the threats
I was just thinking I'm better off dead
Dreaming of putting the barrel to head
Then I decided to pop
You started smoking the rock
I started making the money
Making a lot
People like "Damn, what do you do for a job?"
What is the cost?
How you be getting the guap?
How you be acting a boss?
How you be putting the dick in the jaws?
I need to stop, I need to pause
I was just looking for cause
You were the purpose
You had me feeling I didn't deserve it
Feeling so worthless
I took my pain, wrote in verses
Actively trying to balance my burdens
Abra cadabra, shit started working
All was so tight like I'm fucking on virgins
I stopped believing in curses
GRAYSIDE, tatted in cursive (Yuh)

Money is all that I worship
We hit a lick, call it a sermon
We flip the script, call it a service
Shoutout my ex, that bitch is nervous
Straight up a clown, belong in a circus
She like a fan flaming the furnace
She is a snake, a lowly lil serpent
Go Fuck Yourself
& do it on purpose
UGH

(Go fuck yourself
Do it on purpose, ugh...)

Written by:
Jeffrey Swart, Salomon Velasquez

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