Epidemic

作詞: Taurus Bartlett/Tahj Vaughn/David Hutchinson McDowell/Sterling Reynolds/Lukas Payne
Dmac on the f**king track
Tahj Money
Im so sick of 'Farewells' and 'R.I.Ps'
In the trenches yellin 'Gang, gang,' mob ties, what I bleed
Dont claim to be an opp, cause n**gas die from that disease
He gon let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
Once you get my p**sy up, its over with
Miss who you used to be, cause thats who I was closer with
Im in my bag, now I act like I dont know the b**ch
Before I knew applyin wars, tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he bout it, then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket, cause theyre goin quick
They gassed him up, now tears sheddin when they post his pic
I know bout some flukey sh*t, I heard he died on a lick
My whole squads goin, b**ch, we dont do no assist
Potential wasted, couldnt stay in his lane, he aint know his niche
Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick
Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
From the windy city where youre down to see the coldest sh*t
Im so sick of 'Farewells' and 'R.I.Ps'
In the trenches yellin 'Gang, gang,' mob ties, what I bleed
Dont claim to be an opp, cause n**gas die from that disease
Hegon let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
Switchers on them glizzys, get to blowin like its for me
Promise to my son, that the street wont get no more of me
Remember every line from that obituary poetry
See they peep on ballin, now just go back to ignorin me
Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin me
Lord, Im tryna take it easy on them, but they forcin me
See him in person, then that boy wont stand on sh*t he been sayin
Pop sh*t like Taliban, loadin up them sticks in the van
You know its f**k the other side cause my n** gas gone
Always been f**k the other side, we dont get along
If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye, lets get it on
Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get em gone
Independent, her hair down, and she feelin grown
Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone
And she aint all innocent, she did a n**ga wrong
I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song, oh
Im so sick of 'Farewells' and 'R.I.Ps'
In the trenches yellin, 'Gang, gang,' mob ties, what I bleed
Dont claim to be an opp, cause n**gas die from that disease
He gon let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but Iknow time cannot freeze