evans.lil.music

Be Something

evans.lil.music
Be Something

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23 Dec 2020

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin' That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin' And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin' Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin' Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin' Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin' I'm just gon' keep stompin' [Verse 1: Polo G] Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin' Now I hit the stage and they screamin' I was tryna cope through them hard times For them X pills, I was fiendin' Got a bad bitch, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon Dysfunctional, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason Really you don't even gotta be here, I done got so used to people leavin' You was ridin' for me, then you switched up, now it's fuck you and I mean it Couple situations left me traumatized, now I say less 'cause I'm speechless

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4 years ago

Yes I’m white and say the nword. I don’t say it to offend anyone, I think it just makes it sound better.

4 years ago

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin' That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin' And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin' Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin' Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin' Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin' I'm just gon' keep stompin' [Verse 1: Polo G] Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin' Now I hit the stage and they screamin' I was tryna cope through them hard times For them X pills, I was fiendin' Got a bad bitch, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon Dysfunctional, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason Really you don't even gotta be here, I done got so used to people leavin' You was ridin' for me, then you switched up, now it's fuck you and I mean it Couple situations left me traumatized, now I say less 'cause I'm speechless

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