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am pills - fiction fake lyrics

(verse 1) *
i ain’t letting her smoke my weed
yea, she a fiend and she know
i don’t really have no problems, she poppin’ pills she can’t leave it alone
waking up in the morning with diamonds on, yea i’m freezing cold
i don’t need a pill to go up a level, it still stuck with them they can see it though
b*tch i’m going up i’m about to skyrocket i’m about to find me some nice routes
and i just dropped a bag why she keep staring at all of my t**th cause they iced out
and why my b*tches keep on steady trippin, i ain’t here for long already got a mission
if it’s wartime then you know i got more lives, show n*ggas just how to get it
(hook) *
i’ve been rapping for too long to loose track
b*tch, i used to get checks now i get bags
i know n*ggas still ask how he do that
off a perc took your b*tch and then blew her back
i don’t really wanna start all the drama
this not pacsun this balenciaga
i’m not trippin get thots when i want to
looking up, see the stars on the sunroof
d*mn these b*tches mad for real
yea had my glow up now they bow and sit still
i can’t sit down and chill
y’all got a long way to go, go up big hills
i’ve been getting my racks, i got big bills
check this n*gga out b*tch, i’m a big deal
my b*tch got bored of wok so she takes pills
wake up in the morning make a d*mn mil

(verse 2) *
yeah i don’t need am pills
f*ck a b*tch i ain’t f*ck with in d*mn years
i belong in a rolls royce truck and a mansion
you belong in a landfill
all of my b*tches outside my door, i get all these hoes to stay in line
don’t say a cosign gonna blow you up boy you’ll be wasting your d*mn time
they can’t compare they can’t relate they don’t even know whats going on
they always trippin, they think that they got a following but no one will show up
just a psa, yeah i’m here to stay n*ggas lazy never blow up
they ain’t got a chance levels ahead of them i’m someone you already know of
(hook) *
i’ve been rapping for too long to loose track
b*tch, i used to get checks now i get bags
i know n*ggas still ask how he do that
off a perc took your b*tch and then blew her back
i don’t really wanna start all the drama
this not pacsun this balenciaga
i’m not trippin get thots when i want to
looking up, see the stars on the sunroof
d*mn these b*tches mad for real
yea had my glow up now they bow and sit still
i can’t sit down and chill
y’all got a long way to go, go up big hills
i’ve been getting my racks, i got big bills
check this n*gga out b*tch, i’m a big deal
my b*tch got bored of wok so she takes pills
wake up in the morning make a d*mn mil

(verse 3) *
i had to grow a distance, usually stay away from all the nonsense
you cannot catch me again the way i be moving i need bigger pockets
the way i’ve been living for six long months, i think i’ve been out of conscience
smoking lots of gas everyday b*tch, yeah we get higher than rockets
the way i be standing so tall above these n*ggas they stand on they tip toes
most y’all n*ggas don’t have sh*t tho
i got water on my wrist though
she just love my diamond crystals
blowing up just like a missile
making noise just like a whistle
i might f*ck but i don’t kiss hoes
bunch of groupie hoes coming through
got a draco with me, what you wanna do
when i pop out i’m always the freshest
chrome hearts jeans, yeah these came from texas
chanel glasses and water my necklace
my sh*t shining diamond vvs’s
when my b*tch off the lean she get reckless
i get high off the weed, need my checks quick
i got money for me and my bros
i can’t go back to being broke
you know about money she trippin’
if i throw her a nickel she’ll listen
i don’t need a pill just to rap
y’all could never make it out of the trap
and you gotta pay me to spit facts
on my way to top, ain’t look back

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