Designed To Die Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got potential I got the pad and the pencil
I got all the instrumentals
Rare Akuma with the beat and the weapon
Slice your body if you thinkin bout steppin
Trippy got me feelin like a dragon
25 feet lost spittin fire no rappin 45 feet long
I'm a killer pterodactyl, DMT in my bone now nowhere to be found
This the way that I ride I told ya
f*ckin around with my guys game over
Ashin a blunt i'm so live, ay hold up
What're you smokin on?
I don't lie I want it
I want some of this i want some of that
I'm a trippy boy I'm lookin like a running back
Gained hella weight but my money straight
Tell it to my homies they ain't want none of that
I just wanna open up a door to any venue
Tell em what my name is, tell em god sent you
I dont know whos talkin right now better exit
I been losin dreamin for a year that says it
Meditatin in my own way f*ck what anybody says
If I'm crazy let it be, I was born to be famous (ayy)
Ever think about the only person in your life
Who would stick with you until the damn most?
Crazy lil thots come and go within my memories but honestly
I'm feelin so lost gone with the wind not
The book but my feels I've been going with the flow like a log
Spreadin my wings when I jump off this cliff
I've been flyin but never came up (ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Practically killin my self in my head
With this negative energy boss
End of my game ive been playin for days
Bitch, I want what you f*ckin gave up Who do you think you are you lil dick you
p*ssy I don't wanna talk
Cannabutter baby I'm bout to make it for the squad
At the store pickin up cheesecloth!
Practically killin my self in my head
With this negative energy boss
End of my game ive been playin for days
Bitch, I want what you f*ckin gave up
Who do you think you are you lil dick you
p*ssy I don't wanna talk
Cannabutter baby I'm bout to make it for the squad
At the store pickin up cheesecloth!

[Verse 2]
YEE MY WHOLE DAMN SQUAD GETTIN TOO LIT
You a scrawny lil bitch you a toothpick
You be talkin like you thick but don't do shit
I've been holdin up a lotta mixed up shit
Got my chopsticks baby im a goofy
Your old boyfriend wishin he was me now
Started off thinkin Trippy was a rebound
Wishin that the kid was never in it for the weed
How you in it for the weed if the money makin mutual
45 racks for the green is the usual
The beast got me dancin with the sample like a musical
The dirty dan lookin like its comin to your funeral
With the f*ck you talkin bout Trippy sound shy out
Shoot me out a cannon motha f*ckas woulda got out
Leave me in the middle of a jungle and I vibe out
Makin me a hammock out of vines just to lay down
Tie down hatin ass bitches to the train tracks
f*ck around makin one move and you'll hate that
Straight facts, p*ssy i'm a loud mouth bowser
Only back out when bad guys are the coward

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