WKDAIZ & JMP - locked

(LA)
It's ugly on these streets, nothing pretty
If i'm gone will they miss me?
Best cover for me like a chimney
Need a money need a billy, need hot sun like a chili
Too much stress they wanna give me
Nothing bout this life or disney grind
Till the end, make mama proud
Smoke that peses, got the strongest loud
Music going stupid got the biggest crowd
Only real real
Got to be allowed got to drop the bomb and show now
My shot at the game the time is now
On point the aim up they cash the cow
I got a brand new joint, and it's about to drop
I got a brand new mop, I'm about to mop
Baby drop top, down in the car yeah
Boutta take it home, finna sit up on my throne
This rap shit's my dome
Boutta take some dubs
Boutta take some bands home
In this world i'm not alone
In the room yeah
This bitch eating my trash like a racoon yea
Kinky as fuck she in the truck
Maniac bitch that I don't love
Backstab me
My blood on your jeans
Mean bitch she liking it
On another level she pushing the pedals
Ripping off the petals
She is bad though
Don't believe in me though
So imma go to another level
She giving me brain
I'm becoming a genius, becoming a fashion model, like Yeezus
(Yea)
I'm on some chillboy rap they lease my boy he gonna tell me that
See my bars really on the track
Circling head like i'm running laps
Rude boy field better bring it back
I got a hard drive like i'm a mac
And it's only the first act
I take it back and delete
You slap my face turn my cheek
It's the start of the week
Let's roll it up like some sheets
You play the game i'm complete
Like i'm right please take my seat, retreat from the feet
I wish I had the remedy for deep sleep
Why they always telling me to retweet?
Don't they know the enemy's within me
Do they know my glass's half empty?
Real pain real nights, real people real fights
But we live so it's allright
We gonna turn it up every night
(Haha)

Written by:
Carlo Monzini, Jules Pilichowski

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