Crisis lyrics

Look
Runnin’ from the feds
I’ve been runnin’ all night
Wake up in the morning
I ain’t feelin’ alright
Baby why you choosin
Why you tryna pick a fight
Know that if I see you it’s gon be on sight
They ain’t really love me now they all up on my di*k
Court side ballin’ steady tryna take a hit
Look at me I’m up all the faces on em sick
Hatin on my comments why u actin like a prick
Steady false claimin boy you know you not crip
All up in the crib yo b*tch steady taking di*k
Gotta keep a tool incase someone hit a lick
Saying that “you bout it” irl you a b*tch
Look I ain’t really bout the politic’n and issues
Goth b*tch on me and she wearing hella crystals
I be wipin’ my nose with the bread man
f*ck a tissue
Man this b*tch steady trippin’
I ain’t never said I missed you

Batman n*gga cause I’m movin in the night
Batman n*gga how I pull up to the fight
Seein triple nine so I gotta get it right
If my mom saw the blunt that I had she would cry

Slow up, I ain’t f*cking with these n*ggas
I gotta pour up, see I can’t find the liquor
Slow up, (Shout out to Marika man) I ain’t f*cking with these n*ggas
I gotta pour up see I can’t find the liquor