Tagging Up Songtext
von TeeZandos

If you ever violate me
I could get round
Your sides
Baring a weapon
If you ever violate me
I can get there
4
3
2
In a second
If you ever violate me
Imma make you remember
Not who I become
I′ll show you the past
That I been running from
17 year old me With a gat in the drum
Yo
Bare man chat bad
Nigga I been that
Everything that theyre saying
I did that
No love lost for them
Man on the wing ahk
But I get pissed
At my phone when they ring that
Still I get aggy at everyone lying
No
I don't wanna make any friends
Cause how you tell me you′re my brother
But you turn your back on me
No we ain't making amends

I'm 16 tagging up
Just learned tagging up
The mandem


Never thought I was bad enough
Yet
I left first in the car
They was having us
Asked home boy has he had enough?
It′s been real
I can′t lie I been out
And then in
And then out
And then in
And then out of the field
I can't lie
I don′t like when they sing
But
I hate that for me the Domestic was real
I'll be real
I can′t lie man I hate that this nigga got me in my feels
Love ain't real
Bitch I′m damaged
And trying to heal
But It's hard without pills
I hate when they say
That they get me
But how can you get me
When you've never felt what I feel
How can you say that you feel me
But you didn′t see your bredrin
Have to die in the rain?
And how can you say that you miss me
Nigga you was the cause of the pain
And
How can you say that you get it
But you ain′t an addict
This Xanax
Is all that I need
I lost it all
And made it all back
For the gs
So at anytime

If I want bread
I get ps
I needed God
So I prayed to him still
Lucifer hates that I flaked on him still
Ive only switched up in the spiritual realm
On the roads
I'm a tug
And it′s blatantly still
And when
I needed power
I never had power
I felt minuscule
Every second and hour
The demons were eating me up
They devour
My flesh
How I am
And then spit out a coward
My daddies a hitta
My brothers a hitta
What did you expect from a bitch
Yeah I'm trying to change
But this shit makes me realer
My niggas are hittas
My drillers are killers
Put that metal to mouth
And let go of some teeth
But these ones ain′t got fillers
My mum kicked me
Outta the house
But it's
Too many times i can count
So I was with Neila we′re waiting it out
And her mum took me in
In her love
Im devout

I was fucked in my pattern
I slept on the couch
And im traumatised
If you come in
I get out
I see all the lies
If they want in
I want out
I know more than I say
But I hate word of mouth