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redeye to philly. (freestyle) - armani white lyrics

[intro: danny mac]
i tried to be the bigger man in the picture
i guess it don’t mean sh*t being a real n*gga
i love it tho
i love it tho

[verse]
record deal and second deal and working on some sneakers
and some features and i got my shorty signed to wilhelmina
need i ever catch her scheming dming n*gga saying lay with me
i’m f*cking every b*tch that’s in her agency…. play with me
far from my goals but did more than you n*ggas dream of
t**th a lil crooked but lawyers still on retainer
i bang i play hot potato, my anger problems ain’t figured out
wok made me chicken now
pops ain’t let me dish it out
it’s a different now
n*ggas hit dice like ya lil cousin drawn
buzzer beater shooters, im buzzing now i don’t touch the ball
got b*tches wearing nothing, wasn’t there when we had nothing dawg
them coldest winters wrapping my windows keeping my oven on
my mom middle class she bust her ass to get my gifts
found my pack and whooped my ass even tho hass had said it’s his
had me bringing knives to school i’m going savage if i blitz
or break this stick and n*ggas dancing i’m joe jackson with my switch
catherine street, dipped then got evicted off wiota street
i copped a tesla motor, some folders now b*tches notice me
still the type to hit it raw, leave it in and goto sleep
and wake up in the clinic like shorty why you so close to me
i’m supposed to be in vegas with her, shorty call your baby sitter
my lil girl autistic, do my best to have my patience with her
momma on a plane, f*ck these pictures i wann take em with her
tired of beefing with you on vacation huh, faking huh
no sense
i lay you on this casper once, ghost it
it’s people i f*ck and people i f*ck with, i got no friends
ocean gate, you catch me in a sub then it’s on both wrists
or b*tches when they post sh*t, still reaching for a moment
cool
here go y’all promotion
[_] don’t make me go in
if it wasn’t for them low ends
b*tch you’d still be doing sew*ins
ain’t no beef from her
fighting for the price to fix a seat cover
and [_] can’t pay her rent but you eat from her
don’t hit me if you need something
i’m taking care of g*mova
can’t argue with that preem girl, i’m on a preme magazine cover
but f*ck it tho
hit that girl before you, and i tried to keep you clean from her
but shorty picking scabs, just don’t call me when you bleed from her
i’m back to life
double tap to like
i brought my act tonight
looking at them stacks that y’all call bags, y’all n*ggas travel light
double louis duffel
that’s not a flex, i suck at packing right
we packing clubs
n*ggas made a pact my n*ggas packed em up
i don’t ask for much but keep it cute how you commuting for me
tired of n*ggas shooting for me then saying they rooting for me
tired of n*ggas rooting for me n*gga start the shooting for me
pole inside the club and if they russia turn to putin for me
lose me on them standstills
you don’t know how scrolling thru your fans
seeing that they k!lled your dawg on instagram feel
said rest in peace to lex so many times it gave my man chills
wishing i could drill ’em back but chill cuz i got brand deals
man still…. hanging with gang and we missing summers from it
you lost your family in the streets i got a brother from it
see done changed some n*ggas lives and ain’t get nothing from it
and he done claimed some n*ggas lives and ain’t recover from it
still i don’t talk about pain it make it real
make me chill when i was fighting my case that talking hurt me
told my n*gga i was facing some years, i’m talking 30
and i swear to god if i come out clean, i’m talking dirty
no one told me
if you got a good girl make her ya only
or ya bestie, or ya roadie, or ya homie
n*gga every night i’m with the baddest women in my life and i’m still lonely
and it make it even worse when they pretend like they don’t know me
[hook]
why she running game on me
i can be the pick shorty you can put the blame on me
break me down you did everything but try to get away from me
i spared a lot of n*ggas karma bouta do it’s thing for me
spared a lot of n*ggas karma bouta do it’s thing for me

- armani white lyrics

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