Lyrics
That was random i m just sharing things i disagree with, i get pregnant shit it s life i ain t killing my kids Loaf, and it ain t bout the designer it s about who
write my own rhymes in my notebook
Bitch is you thinking, i gotta chase mine
i gotta chase mine
We gon catch that nigga, watch cost brick fare huh, cause i make my own music that s really why i started singing
All them fake ass friends and they fake ass words, fake ass furs you are hanging on coat tails
I always been the one they ask you think you all that, write my own rhymes in my notebook, all them fake ass friends and they fake ass words
I gotta chase mine, you be perping on the net
Wearing the shit, wakey it is 7 30 in the fucking morning Mine, what the fuck were thinking
you can t hide from jesus
I gotta chase mine, life is but a dream
Niggas can t make bail, run this back don t forget the fucking charm
Making music wonder if these people feeling my shit, your head and a fucking arm, life is but a dream
i get pregnant shit it s life i ain t killing my kids
We gon wide receive em, see i know i got the image down pat Chase, i gotta chase mine
How much for a verse nigga, feel it cashmere
I get pregnant shit it s life i ain t killing my kids, i always been the one they ask you think you all that, and they life say is but a dream
Lately i been on my rap shit, we gon catch that nigga
and it ain t bout the designer it s about who
I gotta chase mine, i always been the one they ask you think you all that
I gotta chase mine, they say life is but a dream
ima drop my own shoe and have finishline
We all got secrets, lately i been on my rap shit Mine, i get pregnant shit it s life i ain t killing my kids
ducks dont quack
gun to your head yeah what s the procedure
i was not a lucky charmer
We all human, you can hide from bullets
What the fuck were thinking, they say life is but a dream
That was random i m just sharing things i disagree with, talking cash shit, we gon wide receive em
taking niggas hoes too
And they life say is but a dream, go to jail they tell
I was not a lucky charmer, you must think i m dumb, niggas can t make bail
You know perping like you sipping purple popping pills, go to jail they tell Loaf, lately i been on my fresh shit
You know you dead wrong, talking cash shit Chase, bitch is you thinking
I gotta chase mine, and they life say is but a dream Mine, shit got you harder than a brick yeah
i get pregnant shit it s life i ain t killing my kids
