Apparently Lyrics

Smoking this opp it make my chest hurt, I could barely breathe

Put this glock between his eyes, now he can barely see

Keep my head high, walk without shame, you can't embarrass me

I was supposed to die when I touchdown, apparently

Them niggas lyin' in them raps, it ain't no clarity

And I can't stand no bald hoe, gotta have hair with me

Might fuck around and get to blowing if you stare at me

I'm really paranoid, no, this is not no parody

That's the problem, he think life a game

I found out this shit real when I seen that post, I lost Lil Dame

I miss the older times, man I swear this shit ain't the same

And its some niggas I love to death, but shit they do, I feel it's lame

I make songs to entertain

If you listen to my lyrics, maybe you can feel my pain

But nah, you can't because this shit come from the heart

Pops told me I was chosen for this street shit, I'm too smart

But I ain't listen

And every day I wake up, pray to God I ask for forgiveness

And I don't do a lot of shit with niggas, might turn witness

We make niggas run for free, no need to pay for LA fitness

Like nah for real, y'all better do y'all research

He keep on tryna run, gon' slow him down, gon' hit his knee first

I'ma put you last, cause you would never think put me first

Every time I speak his hot shit, never gave a weak verse

I can't lie, I think I'm cursed

Let off a fully, wanna see a crowd disperse

I feel I'm the sickest, I could probably fuck the nurse

He did too much dissing, when he die, shoot up the hearse

And for that shit, I might just go to hell

You won't see me smile for real, till they free Von and Antarrell

Opps diss on Tuesday, it's taco night, we sending lots of shells

Baldheads inside the clip, you can get hit with Dave Chappelle

On the call with my brother, shout out GTL

And the way my brother be swerving, think he got his CDL

And that ass is not hers, she got a BBL