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pocketsempty - sadfriendd lyrics

[verse]
why, why i’m an immortal , it’s somethin’ ’bout my technique
that makes all these p*ssy motherf*ckers wanna test me
puttin’ hollows where your chest be
i’ma take this glock and put it where your f*cking head be
i put bullets in your head be
you motherf*cker not on sh*t, dye your hair like a b*tch
ride around with a stick, keep a thirty in in my clip
from the dirty 804, on my nuts what i grip, b*tch, its’ mr. 804
give a f*ck ’bout a b*tch ’cause i got it on my own and i did it by myself
do not give a f*ck about n0body, i don’t need no help
b*tch, i started from the f*cking bottom, stackin’ up a shelf
sleepin’ in my f*cking car and always plottin’ on myself
and that’s some sh*t that you could never understand, so you’ll nevеr be a man
never had to f*cking gеt it, any way you f*cking can
ever punch the fridgerator ’til you broke your f*cking hand
thinkin’, “man, my pockets empty, but this gun is in my hand”
so i make it work, beat the block ’til it hurt
i be huntin’ for them junkies, in the night is when i lurk
if you talkin’ ’bout me, i’ma put your face up on a shirt
and i’m always clockin’ in because i like to get to work
if i get this sh*t now, i stay two steps ahead
i’m the man of the house, so now my family fed
i don’t apologize, give a f*ck what you said
try to runnin’ your mouth with my foot on your head, b*tch

- sadfriendd lyrics

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