ROLLINGSUICIDE - FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS

Delusional cuz of your sins
Nobody's letting you in
You used to be kin
Trying times turn to violent crimes when the truth is so bad to begin with
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm done with this kid shit pass me a full clip
Pass me a full clip
The rain from the chopper it don't ever stopper
Your chakra is nada I'm young panty dropper
You look for attention but nobody offer
Life is a bitch so that make you the author
It do not add up
You always talking that love
Then you go catching a buzz
And look for comfort in a room where clearly
There's nobody giving a fuck
Nobody giving a fuck
Nobody giving a fuck
Me and my set run amuck
We be raiding your crib
Know you bitches all out of that luck
Know you bitches outta luck
I'm pulling up with a buck
I'm pulling up in a truck
I'm pulling up with a blade .45 and my gang and we always gon' making you duck
Let it bang
You know we let it go bang
You know my homie move round with a Glock let it rain
All of ya homies complain
I got the homies that slang
All of you bitches are lame
All of you bitches get popped with a stick make you sang
I ain't about all the fuck shit we leaving the function cuz all of you bitches the same
Yuh ay
I'm on the way
I'm on your block
I'm with my gang
Yeah I'm on your ass little bitch wanna play
Y'all really should've just stayed in your lane
I'm tryna spill all the blood in your veins
Like I'm Tom Brady I got all my rings on
I'm breaking your teeth take your smile away
Broken jaw I can't hear what you say yuh

Written by:
JETT JETTER

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