Booth Fairy

Whoa we got the muscle
Everybody armed (we got the muscle)
Pussy nigga, you know you try to reach
I’ll shoot off your arm (I'll take off your arm)
If a nigga say he want some smoke
I’ll put something in his lung (some in your lung)
I was? to turn 21
When I first had picked up 23 Psalm (23 Psalm)
I knew I’d be like Mike
When I had wrote like 2 — 3 songs
I can’t hold my breath now
There’s some shit on my chest
Fake love
So the hate I expect
They don’t knock it
When I run to a check
We was crashing
So? my heart?
Someone died
In lil?
Told my momma
«I can’t turn myself in»
? like Drake
I’m so tired of the friends
Niggas fake blood