Lyrics Duality - A$AP Twelvyy
Yeah,
I
like
that,
yeah
Yuh
His
piece
was
hitting,
bagging
bundles
blasting
It
Was
Written
Far
from
fiction,
Kept
the
Smith
n′
for
the
friction
on
the
ave
pitching
Talking
shit
Stephen
A.
Smith
when
talking
'bout
the
Knicks
Got
dimes
in
his
trench,
young
dirty
boy
But
that
tech
don′t
glitch
Red
flag
by
his
stitches
and
that
clip
don't
miss
Aggressively
bad
attitude,
his
moms
used
to
whip
him
He
bounced
back,
no
crying,
never
played
the
victim
Stabbed
in
his
back,
left
with
a
slight
twitch
Big
heart,
small
frame,
still
like
5'6"
Known
the
status,
corner
with
the
automatic
Famous
for
the
shootin′,
left
scars
that′ll
autograph
Blood
in
the
streets,
Stephen
King
graphic
Scales
on
the
daily,
just
jugg'd
the
plasma
Smoking
heavy
sour,
coughing
bad
asthma
Sell
to
dummies
out
of
town,
you
could
hear
the
laughter
He
need
a
pastor
Moms
ain′t
seen
him,
don't
ask
her
Lil
bro
following
behind
in
a
life
of
crime
Should′ve
gave
him
composition,
tryna
bright
his
mind
But
steady
on
a
ledge
with
a
gun
to
his
head
Went
on
to
juugs
with
his
friends,
found
two
to
his
head
Shit
nasty,
now
big
bro
lost,
activated
anger
Here
everybody
got
crossed,
now
he
a
bigger
boss
Chip
on
his
shoulder
Deez
on
his
body,
got
a
case
in
the
folder
Early
with
the
dope,
why
you
raisin'
the
Folgers?
Life
getting
weird
like
[?]
and
[?]
Hearing
strange
voices
like
"Look
what
I
told
you"
Only
16
but
he
live
like
he
older
Mean
mug,
diddy
bopped
[?]
toaster
His
hideout,
heard
his
face
on
a
poster
Robbery
went
south,
grab
for
the
holster
Cops
ran
down,
close
rain
on
a
soldier
Just
a
young
nigga
going
out
in
the
dope
gang
Never
seen
the
world,
only
settle
for
small
change
It′s
fucked
up
(It's
fucked
up)
Momma
smoking
stones,
poppa
was
a
rolling
stone
Uncle
was
a
booster,
auntie
had
a
mobile
home
Scary
Freddy
Krueger,
smoking
to
some
Hall
& Oats
Projects
with
intruders,
illuminati
skull
and
bones
War
scars,
exclusives,
kicking
rocks
with
open
toes
[?]
to
gain
a
student,
dog
food
for
older
hoes
Books
by
Rasputin
Shakespeare,
know
his
quotes;
"To
be,
or
not
to
be"
Legacy
we
goin'
for
Neighbor
keep
the
stash
for
him,
wifey
keep
the
cash
for
him
Brodie
keep
the
gas
for
him,
hood
got
a
pass
for
him
Alligator
dashboard,
tag
on
the
backboard
Cryptocurrency
corporation
come
in
cash
form
Never
met
his
pops,
he
was
busy
Lost
his
two
sons
to
the
city
He
did
15
in
the
mountains
Baby
momma
he
ain′t
wanna
bring
around
′em
Saw
it
on
the
news
when
they
found
him
Damn
the
same
day
he
got
out
Money
and
success
don't
equate
When
the
angels
in
your
life
fly
away
That′s
real
shit,
and
that's
fucked
up
That′s
fucked
up
More
energy
is
[?]
at
the
end
of
the
day
More
energy
is
[?]
at
the
end
of
the
day
More
energy
is
[?]
at
the
end
of
the
day
More
energy
is
[?]
at
the
end
of
the
day
More
energy
is
[?]...
Karma
is
crazy,
She'll
pop
out
at
you
with
a
fashionova
fit,
you
feel
me
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