feeling it

check its ur boy Kim, let me in coz I'm bleeding, bring in the team now it's deamining, meaning we leaving I know u don't get me but lemme finish we chilling at ur spot with red shots n red dots we bringing in some thoughts n tots stole some rhymes n I was caught now I'm brought to the court all these niggas looking lyk fraud now I'm sweating n dripping with sauce floss n gloss to the boss toss some cops n get shot fought n I was ghosted lyk a bitch rich nigga I can never bleach beat it u leech u are a snitch don't take a pic u kink or u might turn pink pinch u sneeze sleeze , bitch, think I dream of a triumvirate that's y I annihilate rate u are bait great now close the gate fate n fame is wat I hate