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ywb philly - act of god lyrics

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it was an act of god
yeah i said he saved my life
going 95 down fourteen
we ain’t stop at no red light

we coming for your head
bet and now we on your street
all these lucky clout chasers
they still tryna start beef

well you get what you pay for
and now you in fear
come out little birdie
we know that you’re here

you been steady tweeting
now you can say it to my face
i dare you call the cops
but by then it might be too late

it’s really quite a shame
you could’ve kept your mouth shut
but now you’ve crossed the line
and i think i’ve heard enough

they call me the judge
and i’ve made my decision
you on death row now
you had a suicide mission

you tried to do me dirty
you couldn’t carry through
now i know where you stay
gone blow the brains straight outta you

i don’t need no security
that seems like a you thing
my dad told me i can’t rap
and he told me i can’t sing

yeah maybe he’s right

but i’ve got to at least give it a shot

you know

one two yeah
going crazy on the beat
i told shawty be discrete
but she keeping me for good
she know that she all i need

diamonds bust down yeah thats ice
they been on my head like lice
bouncing up and slapping down
shawties booty big and round

stop tryna tell me lies
make me cause my own demise
you know i’m stuck here forever
even though i’m on the rise

rest in peace gunner
writing this while you still alive
tomorrow might be your last day
wipe the tears out of my eyes

bust down my shawty
give her all the ice
that way when i go to sleep
i know she’s laying there at night

i been done bogus
i ain’t one to call out names
but if you knew me for real
i’m not one to play games

so much frustration
and so much love in my heart
resist the temptation
when you’ve caught me off guard

i’m tryna hold you down
even when you’re not around
even when i’m on tour
and the music’s blaring loud

woke up in london
with diamonds on my neck
i don’t know how i got here
my life’s been a train wreck

surrounded by strippers
they all tryna give me neck
i turned em all down
i’ve got money to collect

yeah

angry psychopath
and i’m coming for your life
i don’t know how imma do it
a rope an ar or a knife

you tell me what you want
tell me how you wanna die
no more tears to be shed
no more time to tell me lies

yeah shorty your times up
i do not wanna die
but i never even flinched
when i stared death in the eye

you know what i’m talking bout
staring down that loaded gun
by the time i pulled up
it was much too late to run

it was an act of god
yeah i said he saved my life
going 95 down fourteen
we ain’t stop at no red light

we came for your head
and we was on your street
we pulled like you asked for
and then you got cold feet

well you got what you paid for
your last breath in fear
there was nowhere to hide
and we knew you was here

you been steady tweeting
you couldn’t say it to my face
by the time the cops arrived
for you it was too late

- ywb philly lyrics

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