Epidemic

歌詞

Dmac on the fucking track Tahj Money I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's" In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed" Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease He gon' let that.9 blow with ease Can Ispeak my mind, can I breathe? I know she might cry if I leave I been fooled by liars and thieves Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze Once you give my pussy up, it's over with Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with I'm in my bag now, I act like I don't know the bitch Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick My whole squad scorin', bitch, we don't do no assists Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche Might catch him at the red light tryna load his blick Every day a gamble with your life, all we know is risk From the Windy City where you down to see the coldest shit I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's" In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed" Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease He gon' let that.9 blow with ease Can I speak my mind, can I breathe? I know she might cry if I leave I been fooled by liars and thieves Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me Promise to my son that the streets won't get no more of me Remember every line from that obituary poetry See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me See him in person and that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin' Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in a van You know it's fuck the other side 'cause my niggas gone Always been fuck the other side, we don't get along If we bump heads, like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's" In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed" Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease He gon' let that.9 blow with ease Can I speak my mind, can I breathe? I know she might cry if I leave I been fooled by liars and thieves Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze