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wrong one - shade apollo lyrics

rip out my eyes, still see right through the f*ck sh*t
sniff out the fakes, make ‘em leave with a concussion
you talkin’ too much, make you shut the f*ck up quick
i am the wrong one, not someone to be f*cked with

you talkin’ real tough until you chokin’ on your t**th
is your pride worth your life ’cause you’re not convincin’ me
that you would do a f*ckin’ thing but that’s the opposite of me
i will leave a wannabe deceased for tryna prove himself to me
i don’t buy it for a second, you’re a p*ssy, let it be
just drop the facade, we both know that you’re a fraud
don’t act like somethin’ that you’re not, it isn’t worth it just to rot
this will not matter if you’re dead and gone b*tch
so if we beefin’, the threats you thinkin’
better keep ‘em in your thoughts
‘cause if you speak it, better mean it
realize you riskin’ deletion
is it worth it, talk is worthless
what you’re sayin’ holds no meanin’
your persona not deceivin’
one false move, then you start bleedin’
now you’re swallowin’ t**th to wash down all the words you’re eatin’
you are not a savage and you are not the baddest
no matter what you f*ckin’ say, we know you ain’t about it
punch you in the f*ckin’ face, your soul levitate then vanish
rip out my eyes, still see right through the f*ck sh*t
sniff out the fakes, make ‘em leave with a concussion
you talkin’ too much, make you shut the f*ck up quick
i am the wrong one, not someone to be f*cked with

(hurtgang)
yeah, i got 13 bodies in the trunk
guess they outta luck
i can’t feel no pain because my brain is off so many drugs
i’m taking shots until i shatter
feel that i am broken, leave me leaking, bruised and battered
yeah, that’s one way to k!ll a buzz
i guess svicide an option, wonder why they showing love
yeah, i be moshin’ in da pit lil n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck
yeah, i be vomiting like dastardly, the way i’m throwin’ up
i wonder why these n*ggas f*ck wit’ me ’cause i be going up
i wonder why these n*ggas try to gas me
hit em wit’ a clip and make ’em run it like an athlete
n*ggas runnin’ for the exits, they can’t seem to pass me
i swear to god that i’m da sh*t ’cause all you n*ggas ass cheeks
yeah, i f*ck my b*tch, that sh*t on p*rnhub
y’all n*ggas know i need
attention so keep me in focus
already know i’m too obnoxious
so you can’t ignore us
and i jus’ caught another body, it is in the forest
rip out my eyes, still see right through the f*ck sh*t
sniff out the fakes, make ‘em leave with a concussion
you talkin’ too much, make you shut the f*ck up quick
i am the wrong one, not someone to be f*cked with

i got an enemy stand, i come in with the p*ssy
show him what i do with hands, now you could hear me sayin’
might need a getaway plan
these f*ckin’ losers rely on the opinions of fans
i need a brand new syringe, just somethin’ to feel
dissect these n*ggas sh*tty bars like medical field
spent so much time recording an instagram reel
e*dating a catfish, like how do you feel
watch the onion get peeled
n*ggas watch a documentary, they sayin’ somethin’
no originality, just be yourself, go eat a m*ffin’
b*tch, my tummy achin’
b*tch, my f*ckin’ tummy achin’
jerk f*ckin’ chicken
all i eat is all that good jamaican
all these beats sound the same
all you n*ggas so lame
stayin’ true to myself and i don’t care if i’m strange
stayin’ true to myself and i don’t care if i’m strange
tell me what’s good
rip out my eyes, still see right through the f*ck sh*t
sniff out the fakes, make ‘em leave with a concussion
you talkin’ too much, make you shut the f*ck up quick
i am the wrong one, not someone to be f*cked with

i got an enemy stand, i come in with the p*ssy
show him what i do with hands, now you could hear me sayin’
might need a getaway plan
these f*ckin’ losers rely on the opinions of fans

- shade apollo lyrics

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