Tragedy Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil' Rece produced it

[Verse]
We that gang they love to speak on
If you ain't outside you gon' miss somethin', I don't be home
All in my face for what? Bitch, be gone
I ain't satisfied what I got, bitch I need more
SOB bitch and I'm very strict
Can't have a nigga in my presence on some scary shit
Cliquin' up? Boy that's yo' ass, watch who you parin' wit'
I just paid two bands for these nice kicks
These ain't on clearance bitch
And bitch I'm bad at keepin' convos, that is not my thang
I don't wanna talk, bitch drop your drawers and go your separate ways
I'm the type of nigga to flip the P before I sell a eighth
Naw bitch I ain't high, bitch I'm relaxed this how I meditate
Shorty never leave me we be boo'd up on that Ella Mai shit
If you don't slap DaBoii bitch turn me up, yo' ears hella ancient
I was at the bottom, tell me what you know about elevation?
You can't tell me shit, you don't know shit, 'cause you ain't elevated
Murder everywhere, he don't survive, he wasn't meant to save
Bitch when we out lurkin', prayer to put yo' brodie in that grave
Overlappin' these rap niggas full speed, I ain't finna pace myself
Who taught this young nigga game? Learned from the mistakes, bitch I laced myself I went down, bro payed bail
Bankroll thick, K. Michelle
I know Satan want my soul, bitch eat a dick, it ain't for sale
Nowadays rats gettin' passes, you niggas made it safe to tell
And I ain't never f*cked wit' niggas 'cause you niggas fake as hell
You niggas hate, the hoes love it
We animals, cold blooded
Go go gadgets, wit' attachments'll leave 'em with no stomach
Don't know niggas, know of 'em
Two chains and they both flooded
If the goal ain't for sure then my nigga I won't trust it
The streets and the system, my nigga they both rugged
The .40 or the choppa the bitches be bone crushin'
Bitch I like my hair this way, don't comb it and don't brush it
Matter fact bitch keep your hands to yourself lil' bitch don't touch me
And for you bitin' ass niggas, we the cavities
I be talkin' shit like every day, naw this ain't casually
In my city I be to the neck, but the strap wit' me
Ask God why it gotta be this way, he said it had to be
Told him tell them demons leave me 'lone, 'cause they after me
I be soakin' game from them OG's while we matchin' it
You don't understand shit 'posed to happen 'til it's happening
Bitch what goes around gon' come around, damn it's a tragedy Bitch

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