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forsaken - ywf ricky p lyrics

[verse 1: ywf ricky p (westside gunn)]
can’t drag the knack i slap like tyson on some boom bap
this exactly how rick do rap, swear i won’t stick to trap
but i will stick a f*g to clap ya ass, blow back like a c2 pack
not new i left the past tense, like a nomad with a full map
in pursuit of a new format, hold up, grip on my gonads
like turner in a red hat, can’t believe i just said that (boom, boom, boom!)
can’t hold my chatter, i’m put you to death, no cap
i body bag boys even if you have a little lapse
bags of cash, why ain’t y’all spend it on ya girl ass
dropped mad stacks on your girl to keep her at leisure
chelsether any sleeper like kruger disguised as the reaper
my ether takeover the blueprint of the dreamer (boom, boom, boom!)
still stay humble as keanu reeves, that passion a keeper
humble enough to be a preacher, that sh*t necessity
don’t message me, i unfollow when you act a celebrity
(ayo!)
i unfollow when you act a celebrity

[hook: westside gunn (ywf ricky p)]
n*ggas kiss the ring daily, my throne ain’t tampered
four and a baby, i stashed the mac by the pampers
you know i’m brazy, balmains with the head chopped
the rest’ll follow, n*gga died from a leg shot
you know the routine (y’all forsake me)
n*ggas kiss the ring daily, my throne ain’t tampered
four and a baby, i stashed the mac by the pampers
you know i’m brazy, balmains with the head chopped
the rest’ll follow, n*gga died from a leg shot
you know the routine
[verse 2]
went to high school with many, forgot their faces (yup)
they act a fool to me, i leave them forsaken (f*ck em)
they act a ghoul to me, with ghastly phrases (facts)
they act cruel to me, kaneki in the making
they say karma a b*tch, it just switched phases
like batman villain sh*t, it cl!ck with the changes (nananana)
no cheats in this sh*t, gon be great like the game is (facts)
went from selling coke to have a meatloaf sandwich (mhm)
to writing to blow smoke, spit gold to show boat
hard times on the east coast that how i blow o’s (yeah)
rick go beast mode when he squeeze those
triggers to freeze people, grow cold, below zero

[hook]

[verse 3: ywf ricky p (westside gunn)]
happy cause i made it past twenty one
and them demmies ain’t murder me
write all my wrongs cause it what i got left
when them perc thirties left me for dead
and them psychedelics got to my head
and them opps pump me full of lead
wrong hood, they not who i met
toss them m’s under the bus like a buddhist monk
i applaud all you who listen to this junk (ayo)
all you who forsake me some useless c*nts
those who believed in me, y’all ruthless blood (ayo)
[hook]

[outro]
(sample plays)

- ywf ricky p lyrics

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