Lyrics take me out part 4 - LOAT!

I don't wana die in florida
Back to california
So what's the normal
I feel a lil sub formal
Too much annoyance
Puerto rican shawty
I think she lookin gorgeous
She put me thru that torment
So what's a cycle
Can't see with your eyes closed
They're not your idols
These kingdoms are not vital
So kill your rivals
Do it for survival
Arm me to teeth
A .45 and torn up bibles

So tell me what the fuck goin on
Put it my face
Leave me out to the dogs
Speak what you make
Get back in yo place
Fucking up my pace
Gotta grow some balls
Got mine and they hang
So fuck what you think
Fuck around find out
Ian never gone fold
Tired of the lames, the fakes, the snakes
U wana get big?
They tell you give up

They only love you when you really winnin
I stand on business
Took the torch and lit the city with it
I got some brothas i fell off wit and it's gettin to me
If we ain't spoke it's cus i'm broken counting down my minutes
Just flew st. louis back to cali can't even change clothes
I spent my last hunnid on percocet and jameo
I'll make it back don't need it right now cus its fake dough
Fugaze city fuck the angels tryna save a hoe

Can't walk away you gotta take me out
Can't walk away you gotta take me out
Can't walk away you gotta take me out
Can't walk away you gotta take me out

I don't wana die in florida
Back to california
So what's the normal
I feel a lil sub formal
Too much annoyance
Puerto rican shawty
I think she lookin gorgeous
She put me thru that torment
So what's a cycle
Can't see with your eyes closed
They're not your idols
These kingdoms are not vital
So kill your rivals
Do it for survival
Arm me to teeth
A .45 and torn up bibles

Can't walk away you gotta take me out
Can't walk away you gotta take me out
Can't walk away you gotta take me out
Can't walk away you gotta take me out