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lv8r - numb fr lyrics

[intro]
i got a lot on my chest on my mind
i got a lot on my chest on my mind, yeah
i got a lot on my chest on my mind
nah
they really wanna see me go berserk, yo
why? why they wanna see me go berserk, yeah
why? why they really wanna see me go berserk
why? why they wanna see me go berserk?

why they really wanna see me go berserk?

[verse 1]
boy i ain’t the one to play with i got sticks and i’ma shoot
i been going through a lot and now i ain’t go sh+t to lose
ain’t got time for any thot, swear to god i’m on a fuse
feel like time is running out, but i still got sh+t to do

running my route like a running back
tryna find me something new
go ahead beat his ass, get my money back
that boy get flushed just like some poo

got a hollow tip with your name on it
lil glock got a kick with your name on it
we turn your ass to pack boy
your ass grass boy
you ain’t even get no b+tches
you ain’t even get no riches
you ain’t even got no vision
you ain’t even go no vision

you act like a hoe but you not in the kitchen
‘nother rat in the hole said he buddy but gyping
ghost town go time i get it ripping
lil big draco really get to kicking

[verse 2]
they wanna play with my bag
they wanna see me just go out sad
they wanna see me just go out bad
i’m the reason i’ma die not you

n0body gone catch up to me
i just be going so fast no you cannot catch up to me
i just be going so fast everyday like i ain’t go sh+t to lose
like i got some sh+t to do

like i got some sh+t to prove
i’m moving real hot in this b+tch
it’s getting real hot in this b+tch
i’m shooting my shot on your b+tch
i’m sending my shots at that hit
pick up pack and profit off the flip
n0body really knows all of the sh+t that i go through
i’m living to die, but i’m dying to live
shout out lil kodak, free lil k!ll
bust his ass, send that zelle
bust his ass, give ‘em h+ll
they really wanna see me go berserk

put in work, go berserk, give ‘em h+ll yeah
give ‘em h+ll

[verse 3]
can’t control sh+t in this life
keep your head up, keep it light
swerving left and swerving right
serving heaven sh+t’s so light
and i run with 7 run that dice
if i hit 11 call me nice
they say i’m dressing i look nice
but that smith & wesson don’t play nice

it get real cold, it get icy
i get real bold, don’t try to fight me
boom boom

cut you up in lil pieces feed you to the pigs
those ain’t your kicks
how you go out sporting fake drip?
eight inner gates sh+t
always on my plate b+tch
they all some fake b+tches
i used to rage with ‘em
well, they used to rage with me
they know who really be reigning supreme
he be looking at god, whatchu mean
boy i carry that rod whatchu mean?

[outro]
woah woah woah
all these n+ggas fake
slime they bros for pay
these n+ggas really g+y
i bet they drop the soap on purpose
you dumb lil b+tch living with no purpose
can’t n0body hurt us!

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