Expungement Lyrics

I remember days I was down I was trapped

My Brodie tote a blicky get smoked off the map

Get smoked off the map

I need some designer

Let's fuck up some racks

Let's get some racks yea

I need a pack

Yea shorty you're my best friend

You know I'm coming from the west end

I'm a stepper baby this is not pretend

It's not pretend yea

It's not pretend

I'm just a G-Town baby its my ends

I can't trust these niggas at the end

Cause at the end they wanna see me dead

100k I heard they put it on my head

I'm getting tired of that fake love

I'm getting tired of that fake love

When you talk to to me

Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me

No such thing as expungement when you talk to me

I'm getting tired of that fake love

I'm getting tired of that fake love

When you talk to to me

Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me

No such thing as expungement when you talk to me

I'm coming from the west side

Off white stripes like cocaine

Mike Tyson hit like propane

Hit it from the back one motion

She wetter than a ocean

I thought felt pain when I brodie died

Until I seen that cancer all in my mommas eyes

Shit breaks my hearts

It caught me by surprise

By surprise

It caught me by surprise

My broski in the trap whipping' it like fried rice

My broski doin' hits who want smoke with me

Clip a nigga with the blick nigga

That's just on sight yea

It's on sight

That's just on sight

I'm getting tired of that fake love

I'm getting tired of that fake love

When you talk to to me

Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me

No such thing as expungement when you talk to me

I'm getting tired of that fake love

I'm getting tired of that fake love

When you talk to to me

I'm getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me

No such thing as expungement when you talk to me