. (E-E-ENGRY made this one). Steppin' on *, like a dirty shoe, he tellin' me "It's smoke". Man, what? We ain't heard of you. I pulled up, I killed the parkin' lot, I'm in a murder coupe (Brr). Got the
want, not what you need. You don't want to lose those wings. People like me break beautiful things. Verse 2 NLE Choppa. Generation curses of disloyalty, we breakin' that. Lost my dawg, got him back. Took