
Tragedy Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I'ma spray white on her ass like it's salad dressing
The fact that you alive is really a f****ng blessing.
Strait off the lot, what car you testing?
Outperforming everyone who else I'm besting.
out with the old on to the new ting
Mediocrity, that's what the Brooklyn Nets bring
Posing like an action figure but I'm not flexing
You on the road, you shouldn't be texting
Damn, she hit the barrier this situation only getting it scarier
Six feet under at the funeral now ni**as burying her
She gave no f**ks cause no one was caring for her
That shit was so darring of her
Get ready, Like we need some preparation
How every other race get compensation
But Blacks get no reparation
How we the only people out the equation
It's dead a bitter to be the sensation
I need to change the scenery, let's change the location.
Damn, Jordan, calm down, you really had no patience.
Niggas stop worrying about what I'm doing
You a doctor, go worry about your patients
The only thing that this generation cares about is views and ratings.
You always baiting, this bitch a trick this some real shit I'm stating
How much p***y you flinging?
I'ma striker it like I'm Suarez
Hit it in the back of the net, yeah it was flawless
Miri on my body, I got the Burberry, cuban on my neck. I got the range I feel like Klay Thompson I'm a sniper
Damn, who you feeling like
Who felling like You killing mad n***as, you Johnson and Johnson
Pfizer way better
That shit was tragic
It was worse than when AIDS caught magic
Tragic Johnson
Equivalent exchange, let's do alchemy
I'ma take you out somewhere nice, then fuck you on a balcony
You need backup, like let's get Calvary
Rare occurrence, abnormality
Got my mind straight, got the right mentality
Yeah, I'm on a straight path, heterosexuality
I'm f***ing charging up
Like I'm never gonna stop
Every week, yeah, I love to drop
I be going everywhere like it's round the clock
Me a real yard man, pass mi machete and clarks
Like this bitch wanna talk
Yeah, I don't give a f**k, now, this bitch is blocked
I stand my ground, yeah, you can't temp me with the p***y
I got experience like I'm not a rookie
Where the money at? like you owe the fucking bookie
Like this n**ga is a snake now
Your Nissan transmission f**ked up, Its bout to breakdown,(f*ck your hot girl summer)
This a robbery yeah, this a shakedown, submission undertaker hells gate now,
On the clock, can I take my break now?
Like, no
We gonna get this money
Like, I'm not trying to be funny
You a goofy n*gga, who you think you are, Bugs Bunny
Let me tell you a story, homecoming, I broke my hand
Like these n***as tried to fucking sub me
I wasn't jacking none of that sh*t.
I'm tryna play 80 minutes like I'm tough.
I play fucking rugby.