M2m VON - Wishing Well

Go and run em over
Yeah , Yeah
Yeah , Yeah treat em like a zoo
Yeah I'm in a zoo
Run em over treat em like a mother fucking stool
Go and run em over we just treat it like a stool
Momma say we just some animals we treat it like a zoo
I ain't into all the cameras though this rap shit what I do
Pull out that gun and you better not run
Don't give a fuck if u flaking
Post at the store i ain't buying no cake
But i'm finna go get shit baking
Bitch super high she think she smoked some jamaican
Super tired dozing off inside the studio too faded
Cannot get em guess we'll bait it
I ain't even put no dick in her yo BM done got naked
It ain't always been like this
And the city ain't been turnt but we the ones who got it lit
Bring it up a couple notches I can finally pop my shit
Any hoe I ever fucked she hella bad I never miss
Pussy niggas acting phony
I don't pay that shit no mind
Old hoes texting my phone noticing that i'm one of a kind
On my grind I ain't stressing that little beef can't get my time
Heard that boy want him a 7.62 then fall in line
Go and run em over we just treat it like a stool
Momma say we just some animals we treat it like a zoo
I ain't into all the cameras though this rap shit what I do
I ain't into all the cameras though this rap shit what I do
Don't compare me to these niggas shawty nah we ain't the same
I been staying down so long I might just tat it on my face
You ain't never seen no throwed
I got some killers down the way
That shit heartbreaking eat me up inside like everyday
But i'm forever stepping for the gang if they wrong or right
A lot of shit I overcame I know niggas my age who seen the light
Young age I seen them die
All this smoke i'll buss a pipe
Shit been going left I up this glock and watch me make it right
I don't associate with them niggas they ain't got my facecard
Family say i'm the chosen one lil' nigga they lil' boy takin off
I done went through hell and back for that shit I couldn't pay for
Must've lost yo mind u think I took these risks with no reward
Eat the boy like baby food
Baby boy we spank they crew
Me and j3 chillin in the bando found some residue
Don't you smoke your pack you lose that money gotta catch u dude
Born inside that 6 right on that drive but ville i'm reppin too
Stacking this pape everything I do money
Send money to dukes and she goin to barney's
You touch one of mine and i'm goin retarted
Securus on call I can dial the number
The realest be dying for being a hunnid
My gun on my side I ain't going for nothing
He gettin em gone in a switch of a button
The police wanna chase me i'm hittin the run
Barely talk to folks tell all my people just to wish me well
Fucking with the biggest reaper send him down a wishing well
Straight to hell dodging twelve and ducking shells
I ain't been to church in bout forever but i'm always bussing prayer
Don't compare me to these niggas shawty nah we ain't the same
I been staying down so long I might just tat it on my face
You ain't never seen no throwed
I got some killers down the way
That shit heartbreaking eat me up inside like everyday

Written by:
DOUGLAS JAMES FALCONER, JEREMY STUART SMITH, JOHN ALBERT HOWARD, JOHN MELVILLE LEE ARCHER, MARK JEREMY SEYMOUR, MICHAEL BERNARD WATERS, ROBERT DAVID MILES

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