Sudong - Road Kill

I don't have the patience for negativity
I'll choke it out a ma fucka
Whole lotta du rag
Activity
Real street ma fucka
Get out my face
I need my space
Get out my way
Or get ran the fuck over
Had a lot of friends try to fuck me over
Real snakes Call em king cobras
I might smile an say what's up
Still cold shoulder
Always high I can't stay sober
I live in hot Atlanta but the block cold bruh
Get it how you live that's what jeezy told us
Give that hoe the meat
Like a cold cut
She gone make it pop
Like a soda
Send her back to streets
When i sober up
If I see her in the street
I don't notice her
If you ain't fucking wit me
Then what's ya motive here
Come with the negative get from
Over her
I don't have the patience for negativity
I'll choke it out a ma fucka
Whole lotta du rag
Activity
Real street ma fucka
Get out my face
I need my space
Get out my way
Or get ran the fuck over
If you ain't fucking wit me
Then what's ya motive here
Come with the negative get from
Over her
Stay in yo lane learn
How to steer
From saint Louis the streets colder than Canada
Even when the pressure strong
We do not panic here
Smoking trees, hoping I see another year
Keep my mind cleaned up
Like a janitor
Life will break you down
With no mechanic near
I just need a fat blunt
12 pack of beer
I'm be aight
I swear
You can hate me
I don't care
Let the drama in
Then the Bullshit will appear
That's why
I don't have the patience for negativity
I'll choke it out a ma fucka
Whole lotta du rag
Activity
Real street ma fucka
Get out my face
I need my space
Get out my way
Or get ran the fuck over

Written by:
Jerahmi Marshall

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