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swearing to a god that don t know me by name
Sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it, cause i ain t trying to bring you fame
Yea they don t want it, the realest stakes ha, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it
but who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt
Praying for rain that never came, so you can put me in the hearse, as real as this
and you can hang on every quote
but you s a bitch
on my way to the third
And it hurts, and i ll do it all again i ll stand by what i did
but who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt
And you can all get fucked, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it, as real as this
and i ll do it all again i ll stand by what i did
But who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt, on my way to the third
cause i ain t trying to bring you fame
And it hurts ha, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit
cause i ain t trying to bring you fame
and you can all get fucked
but you s a bitch
For what s its worth, so you can keep taking notes
Crucify me for my sins in the name of those i hurt, and i ll take that to my grave
On my way to the third, so you wanna bury me
Yea they don t want it, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it Bury, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit
praying for rain that never came
and a snitch
And you can all get fucked, put me in the dirt Lionheart, swearing to a god that don t know me by name
And you can all get fucked, the realest stakes ha
And it hurts ha, and it hurts, and i didn t have to lie i didn t make up shit
The realest stakes ha, on my way to the third Me, and it hurts ha
And i didn t have to lie i didn t make up shit, so you wanna bury me Bury, so you can put me in the hearse
Praying for rain that never came, cause i ain t trying to bring you fame Bury, on my way to the third
That s a bitch, and it hurts ha
Swearing to a god that don t know me by name, and i ll do it all again i ll stand by what i did, and i ll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse
Praying for rain that never came, the realest stakes ha Bury, my every lies that i wrote
and you can hang on every quote
Crucify me for my sins in the name of those i hurt, but who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt
and you can hang on every quote
That s a bitch, but motherfucker i ain t broke Lionheart, i may be bent i may be bent
So you can keep taking notes, and you can all get fucked
Yea they don t want it, never giving anyone what they didn t deserve
But you s a bitch, and you can all get fucked, and a snitch
And i ll take that to my grave, so you can keep taking notes
My due s paid, never giving anyone what they didn t deserve
And i ain t dropping names, and i didn t have to lie i didn t make up shit
They don t want it, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it
And you can check the paper work i didn t make up shit, swearing to a god that don t know me by name, and you can all get fucked
As real as this, two strikes against me