symphony
[Intro]
Sixty, thousand, soldiers
Now there ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it!?
(Ksuuvi-ksuuvi-ksuuvi-ksuuvi)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I feel like Curt Kobain
I would- I would never do cocaine
Still with the same motherfucking gang
Lil' n***a can't hang, get away
Bitch, I'mma send shots that way (that way)
I'mma send- I'mma send 'em all day
You can catch me in the trap, all day
Get him gone, he won't see the next day
Feel like Bloody!, i got drugs on my dresser
Get high, in any type of weather
Thot bitch wanna fuck, I can't let her
My bitch wanna fuck, I'mma let her
I got n***as in the pens sending lettеrs
And my pops in the pen, he won't gеt out
I can- I- I- I can't think straight when I'm stressed out
I can see you straight trough the fake now
[Verse]
No I'm not up, but I'm up now
Talking down, we gone' bring the fucking guns out
And my n***a... [guap?], he got guns, boy
So you better watch out with yo' word-play
And these bullets so big, make the earth shake
Make the mo'f- Make the mo'fucking earthquake
I'm, with Eli', swervin' on the high way
Yeah, rollin' up a spliff, on the e-way
Yeah, I came a long way from those e-dates
On Roblox, n***as really e-date
Smokin' opps, yeah we smokin' on his cremates
Yeah, yeah we smokin' on his ashes
I'm in first, n***a, you comin' in last place
In due time, I'mma have it my way
Every day, when I wake up, I feel the same way
Every day, when I wake up, I live the same day
[Chorus]
Yeah, I feel like Curt Kobain
I would- I would never do cocaine
Still with the same motherfucking gang
Lil' n***a can't hang, get away
Bitch, I'mma send shots that way (that way)
I'mma send- I'mma send 'em all day
You can catch me in the trap, all day
Get him gone, he won't see the next day
Feel like Bloody!, i got drugs on my dresser
Get high, in any type of weather
Thot bitch wanna fuck, I can't let her
My bitch wanna fuck, I'mma let her
I got n***as in the pens sending letters
And my pops in the pen, he won't get out
I can- I- I- I can't think straight when I'm stressed out
I can see you straight trough the fake now
Sixty, thousand, soldiers
Now there ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it!?
(Ksuuvi-ksuuvi-ksuuvi-ksuuvi)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I feel like Curt Kobain
I would- I would never do cocaine
Still with the same motherfucking gang
Lil' n***a can't hang, get away
Bitch, I'mma send shots that way (that way)
I'mma send- I'mma send 'em all day
You can catch me in the trap, all day
Get him gone, he won't see the next day
Feel like Bloody!, i got drugs on my dresser
Get high, in any type of weather
Thot bitch wanna fuck, I can't let her
My bitch wanna fuck, I'mma let her
I got n***as in the pens sending lettеrs
And my pops in the pen, he won't gеt out
I can- I- I- I can't think straight when I'm stressed out
I can see you straight trough the fake now
[Verse]
No I'm not up, but I'm up now
Talking down, we gone' bring the fucking guns out
And my n***a... [guap?], he got guns, boy
So you better watch out with yo' word-play
And these bullets so big, make the earth shake
Make the mo'f- Make the mo'fucking earthquake
I'm, with Eli', swervin' on the high way
Yeah, rollin' up a spliff, on the e-way
Yeah, I came a long way from those e-dates
On Roblox, n***as really e-date
Smokin' opps, yeah we smokin' on his cremates
Yeah, yeah we smokin' on his ashes
I'm in first, n***a, you comin' in last place
In due time, I'mma have it my way
Every day, when I wake up, I feel the same way
Every day, when I wake up, I live the same day
[Chorus]
Yeah, I feel like Curt Kobain
I would- I would never do cocaine
Still with the same motherfucking gang
Lil' n***a can't hang, get away
Bitch, I'mma send shots that way (that way)
I'mma send- I'mma send 'em all day
You can catch me in the trap, all day
Get him gone, he won't see the next day
Feel like Bloody!, i got drugs on my dresser
Get high, in any type of weather
Thot bitch wanna fuck, I can't let her
My bitch wanna fuck, I'mma let her
I got n***as in the pens sending letters
And my pops in the pen, he won't get out
I can- I- I- I can't think straight when I'm stressed out
I can see you straight trough the fake now