D.Paine - Tragedies

Locked in the studio reminiscing bout some tragedies
They ain't really bout that shit they claiming they can't vouch for me
Really I been solo shit get grimey I get 30 deep
Took one to his fitted, he ain't playing that boy really sleep
Had to watch who I called my brother, he won't die for me
Had to cut most these moochers off, they won't break bread with me
Fucking wit me it's gone be a backend and it won't be cheap
Just make sure it's bout a fucking bag when they speak on me
I done seen it all, really
I done been around killas
I couldn't even put my potna's on
That shit was bad business
Blink to long shit get wicked
So i gotta keep a pistol
Talking bout me bad them tables turn
Now they playing victim
I been traumatized in this shit it ain't no love
Family don't mean shit I seen that envy from my blood
They showing a lot of fake love for some clout, I ain't surprised
I say fuck em, then it's fuck em, they got x's on they eyes
Imma savage
You can walk wit me
This shit way too extravagant
I told A1 I need Za
This shit don't go in no baggie
All that old shit they be talking they can have it
I really been getting through some tragedies
Locked in the studio reminiscing bout some tragedies
They ain't really bout that shit they claim and they can't vouch for me
Really I been solo shit get grimey I get 30 deep
Took one to his fitted, he ain't playing that boy really sleep
Had to watch who I called my brother, he won't die for me
Had to cut most these moochers off, they won't break bread with me
Fucking wit me it's gone be a backend and it won't be cheap
Just make sure it's bout a fucking bag when they speak on me
Head on a swivel I can't trust nobody naw naw
They be praying on my downfall give 'em some pom poms
They moving too fast
I be clutching, I be paranoid
Love my lil bitch she be goin crazy, i don't gotta ask for it
It's one of them days I ain't stopping at no red lights tonight
Up before them old folks in the morning, this that fast life
I be hearing 'em sneak diss on me
Nigga what yo bag like
I'm the type nigga give my bitch anything long as she act right
You the type nigga come up and leave yo nigga broke
You dead wrong
I be on them cameras watching everything before I head home
Every time i reminisce in this studio i smoke a whole zone
50 in this clip i'll pull the trigger til yo head gone
Locked in the studio reminiscing bout some tragedies
They ain't really bout that shit they claim and they can't vouch for me
Really I been solo shit get grimey I get 30 deep
Took one to his fitted, he ain't playing that boy really sleep
Had to watch who I called my brother, he won't die for me
Had to cut most these moochers off, they won't break bread with me
Fucking wit me it's gone be a backend and it won't be cheap
Just make sure it's bout a fucking bag when they speak on me

Written by:
DeAndre Paine

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