Composer : Tyler Okonma
(You know what I [?], with the soldier)
(You know what I [?], with the soldier)
(You know what I [?], with the soldier)
(You niggas thought I was dead)
(You niggas thought I was dead)
(You niggas thought I was dead)
(You niggas thought I was dead)
Okay, you bitch like the trap in the zoo
And got passed like a crack of a I use the space like the back of a coupe
I tried a magic wand, I tried a noose, so (Thought I was dead)
Grab the blammer, **** all the glitz and the glamour
I want a crib in Atlanta, I got the beam, my bitch and your Pampers
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead (Shit)
You— (Thought I was dead, yeah-yeah-yeah)
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead
Get love in the hood when I must leave
Small bags, twenty Ms, twenty Got a bullet for the boys goin' O-D
Niggas say they get rich and they everywhere
Why you runnin' up the party with your butt bare?
[?] 'til the check clear
Then they slumped and they find that they out here
In the Rolls and the Royce tryna poke 'round
I was really outside with the dopeman
I don't really got kids, nigga, no chance
I don't want that shit with your broke-ass, hm
**** you, pay me, and if you won't
Let me say it again
**** you, pay me, and if you won't
Let-let-let-let-let me in
You niggas thought I was dead (Uh)
You niggas thought I was dead (Shit)
You niggas thought I was dead (Uh)
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead (Yeah)
You niggas thought I was dead
You niggas thought I was dead (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
You niggas thought I was dead (They thought I was dead)
I don't wanna be found (Mm, uh), I don't wanna be down (Mm, uh)
I don't wanna be found (Mm, uh), I don't wanna be down (Mm, uh)
I don't wanna be found (Woo), I don't wanna be down (Oh, you know Tyler, his talk)
I don't wanna be found (I'm so sick of these niggas), I don't wanna be down (They don't know you, ooh, ah)
White boys mockin' this shit and y'all mad at me? Y'all can suck my dick (Suck my dick)
Pull up old tweets, pull up old t-shirts, all that, I moonwalk over that bitch (Hee-hee)
T-T changed like the fit got dirty
I was young man, then a nigga hit thirty
I was one mill', then a nigga hit thirty
Bitch, you ain't Coco Gauff, you can't serve me (Mm, uh)
You anti-war? Hm, yeah, right
Niggas runnin' they mouth, keep it airtight
I'ma crash shit out 'til my hair white (Mm, uh)
I got too much drive, I'm a terabyte (Mm, uh)
I got a big ol' head, I ain't like these niggas (Niggas)
Nuh uh, don't put me with these niggas (Niggas)
I'on "Haha, keke" with these niggas (Niggas)
Loiter Squad, baby, I don't be with these niggas (Niggas)
Same boys with me since back-back then (Mm, uh)
Everything I said I do, I did (True story)
Talk my shit? I sure damn will (Mm, uh)
You ain't like that shit? I's do it again (Mm, uh)
Five in the morning, I be hatin' on shit (Mm, uh)
Ten in the evening, I be hatin' on shit (Mm, uh)
Ten years later, mighta changed my mind (Mm, uh)
I'm a fake-ass bitch, don't kill me (Mm, uh)
I'm a hypocrite, ain't real, ain't really
I'm a big troll, haha, I'm silly (I'm silly)
**** you know about being better than them niggas that you hate?
You ain't good at shit, you can't feel me
Talk your one-trick goat, I'm billy (Mm, uh)
Shoutout papa, he for real (Mm, yeah, uh)
Don't test V, he pop for real (Mm, uh)
Had to call him like, "Stop and chill" (Mm, uh, ah), look
I tries to be out the way
I like the farm with the lake, I like some truth in my space
Y'all niggas friendly and fake
"That's big bro," how? When y'all met yesterday?
This feel Planet of the Apes
Why am I filled with this hate?
Got freedom in every way
Y'all wanna take what I got, but y'all do not got what it take
I don't wanna be found, ya ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna be down, ya ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don't like comin' around, ya ho (Yeah, yeah)
I will not, "Knock-knock," at your door (Yeah)
Just me, that's what I said (Ayy, ayy)
Trav', these niggas is fed' (Ayy, ayy)
Me, I'm overhead (Ayy, ayy)
These niggas thought I was dead
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