Lil Baby Once Removed
Mr. Go rounds
Couldn’t couldn’t
Go hard
Gucci phone wow
Couldn’t couldn’t
Be found
Thought I got drawn
Now I’m now I’m
Onto better
Lil baby only worried bout her daddy and her cheddar
Pussy wetter then the weather
Got him lost on finding better
countin money on a daily
Driven faggot bitches crazy
How she got this game
How she keep so tame
But I’m hype on this beat
im real to my term
im catchin favors to the wind
But only a straight bitch will turn
I swear every chapters a lesson
count your blessings and learn
Take back two sides
One you like and you don’t
Equal balance keeps you right
Got your left then your right
Got the truth and your lies
Got this brain but these eyes
Got the wind and the rain
Got my back to the pain
Now I’m driving my train choosing every direction
Puffin smoke out the whistle
Laying back on my brittle
Get this riddle
It looks back
But its not inside
It sings a story
But cries to lies
Its misdirection is its best disguise
Its best habit is
Best not to say
The fuck is a riddle anyway
I got the world at my feet and no where to jump
Just wanna be able to trust a hunch
A bunch of tracks but the road broken
Got my mind on a distant motion
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