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lex bratcher - get some help lyrics

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chorus:
stupid -ss hoe, why you worried bout my health
why my name be in your mouth, wondering if i’m doing well
i can see the hostility when y’all look at my wealth
hating must be a illness, man you should go and get some help

verse:

n-ggas wanna talk on the tl, bout me and the feelings that they felt, (boohoo)
dude got a chip on his shoulder so he talks about me like its really intel
writing my pages
but you can’t spell
you ain’t (a)round my way, sis
you ain’t my belt

i just pulled up on your corner in foreign that ain’t even mine
cas all my friends and homies, make they own sh-t, man they all they grind
while you sit around and be pouting asking god when you gone shine
mad at me cas it is my time
mad at these lyrics and these rhymes

look, where’s your drive? you ain’t even pump your gas
you worrying bout me as if imma leave you in the past
so you sit and talk sh-t about me and let your whole life p-ss
you more focused on my sh-t you forgot to wipe your own -ss

the tea is piping today
what happened? im glad you asked
i’m living life on a beach in bali, and having a blast
patek all on my wrist
my arm feels like its in a cast
ramadan in the whips, cas of how i be going fast, uh

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verse 2:

every time i speak they got a microscope to me
tryna see me slip up and say some sh-t i don’t mean
waiting to take my place, thinking that they gone see the green
but you n-ggas can’t do what i do so, stop tryna be seen

rhyme scheme preaching
all these m-th- f-ckas talk, but they speechless
ain’t got new content, soo they constantly look to start leaching
off me and my other n-ggas, but my other n-ggas dont play that they just blow
when a n-gga tries to steal my sh-t, i just gotta change up my flow

so i hit them w the rocky marciano blows
never lacking so i’m often all on my toes
double stacking, always conscious of what i grow
n-ggas whack and they be all up up in my nose

hmm

i don’t know about foes
i stay with my homies, that’s what i chose
thinking you about to know me, for my info
take the news and you can blow it out your culo

why you always worried about the sh-t that i’m on
decided to f-ck w me when you knew that ya girl was gone
never supported me even when i told you its wrong
ain’t even know this was bout you and you still singing this song
dummy

chorus

- lex bratcher lyrics

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