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Agony

Agony

(album: DON'T SLEEP - 2019)

Great John on the beat, by the way

Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass
Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move
First you get done like the last

Chest shots get you left on your back
Look, double and triple the racks
I started off with a grip and a pack
Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max
I'm with it all 'til it's spinning it tight
I get high just to keep me intact
My demon's calling, said he want me in black
Uh huh, yeah, I'm on top, toupee
You ain't talking money, fuck what you say
I pull out that Glock, you running, Usain
I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
We didn't get you yet, get you someday
We didn't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em "come play"
Hit a lick, like I complain
You was in the sun, left me in the rain
But, it's cool, I was with the gang
I know niggas change, but I ain't the same
I'm a different man, to the cops I don't say a thing
See an opp, we gon' let it bang

Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass
Step your foot up on the gas, I move
First you get done like the last

Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
I done been through some pain, no healing
He don't want beef, heard I be drilling
Ain't nobody in school
The internet got all the lil' niggas robbing and killing
All the shorties is losing their feelings
You ain't saving, so she turn into a villain
I can't even feel pain no more
I was down on my last, was broke, needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I got a big bankroll)
I can't even feel pain no more
They taking my niggas to jail, they're giving them years
They sending them home
Federales don't leave us alone
They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
Got a bag and I got in my zone
I'm King of New York if you wanted a throne
Them niggas ain't really your bro, they planning on fucking your hoe (Fucking your hoe)
Them niggas ain't really your bro, they switching them, you never know
Them niggas ain't really your bro, they planning on killing their own

Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass
Step your foot up on the gas, I move
First you get done like the last
Step your foot up on the gas, I move
First you get done like the last

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