Done - NLE Choppa

Mmm

NLE Top, mmm, bombs like Al-Qaeda (

Yung Lan on the track

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Brrt

Ayy, done with the pills, I threw away the Roxys (I threw away the Roxys)

Done with the bullshit, I don’t need nobody (I don’t need nobody)

I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects (Right in

front the projects)

I seen a murder 'fore it happen, I’m a murder prophet (I'm a murder prophet)

I’m sittin' chillin', smokin', makin' a killin'

Tryna make sure that they listen, but I don’t think that they hearin',

eyes tearin'

I’m not God-fearing, I just hope that God steering (I just hope that God

steering)

Devil interfering, but this glizzy in Amiris (But this glizzy in the Amiris)

They won’t kill me, they won’t drill me, won’t peel me (They won’t peel me)

Sincerely, from a nigga with no pity (With no pity), no biggie

Killers killin' without it with me, no Mickey

It ain’t no mouses that’s runnin' with me

They say Bryson trippin', say he changin', he actin' different

Know it’s really fiction, so I’m changin' my chapter with you

Might get in my feelings reminiscin' 'bout past dealings (Past dealings)

Meditating, infatuated with peace and real healin'

Drug dealin', real killin' we already witnessed it (We already witnessed it)

New deal for a few mil', they askin' how I’m feelin' (They askin' how I’m

feelin')

Don’t feel real, couple M’s, she lovin' how I live (She lovin' how I live)

This shit unreal, these hoes, they fuckin' on me just for thrills

I wish that I could get some time back (Get some time back)

Man, I gotta rewind that (Gotta rewind that)

Lotta shit, it set me back, it knocked me off the wrong path (Off the wrong

path)

Thuggin', check my rough draft, give your ass a bloodbath (Bloodbath)

We don’t even play fair, you come here, you lay here

Hard workin' young nigga, they don’t understand I’m tired, though (They don’t

understand I’m tired)

Bro, like what you tired for?

You 'posed to be alive, bro

Lotta shit done came to light, I was lookin' through blindfolds

Livin' in the lies like we trapped up in a cycle

Tryna be rich like them white folks, my third eye woke (My third eye woke)

Think I want a white Ghost, matte black or painted purple

Green and blue cheese, Geico, blue Mike and Ikes, ho (Blue Mike and Ikes, ho)

Off-White in the sunlight, can’t forget the Nikes, though

Livin' on a tightrope, I’m balancin' survival

Through the concrete grew a bright rose, I’m on the right road

Potholes, we dodge those, in foreign whips, not Tahoes

I’m in a 'Rari, 'Rari, go

Calamari for the dish, while she give me deep throat

Let me know

'Rari, 'Rari, go

In the car with this chopper and it came with a scope

They like, «That's that boy from Shotta Flow»

Ayy, done with the pills, I threw away the Roxys (I threw away the Roxys)

Done with the bullshit, I don’t need nobody (I don’t need nobody)

I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects (Right in

front the projects)

I seen a murder 'fore it happen, I’m a murder prophet (I'm a murder prophet)

I’m sittin' chillin', smokin', makin' a killin'

Tryna make sure that they listen, but I don’t think that they hearin',

eyes tearin'

I’m not God-fearing, I just hope that God steering (I just hope that God

steering)

Devil interfering, but this

glizzy

in Amiris