Situations - Eli Fross

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Situation number one It's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two It's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate A situation number three It's the one that no one sees It's all too often dismissed as fate A situation number four The one that left you wantin' more It tantalized you with its bait, oh

(It's Great John beats, baby) (Great John on the beat, by the way) Wait, what? can't move 'cause I'm too laced Touché, somebody gon' get hit while I'm off d'ussé No race, too saucy, can't catch up, can't reach my pace Can't wait, big dog, I'ma beat that cat if it's in my face No sober Have a bad b- get down low while a rich n- roll up Gang poled up And we don't need a party, gang is the party, you know us When we show up Gang lookin' like a bag in this b-, you can see that we glowed up We don't know nothin' Twelve all on my body, we ducking them boys like we owe somethin' Count bread like I'm working at the bank F- good, then that Louis comе your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing F- love, need some monеy in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Wait, what? nah, f- that, I'm still laced Redbone b- look good, slim waist Kool-aid d- and she might taste Ayy, and I got the bands filling up my pants, looking like a bank Ride 'round town in the big body double R Shooters turned it to a tank 'Cause I got the power, and I'm unstoppable, ayy N- acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won't pop at you See, a n- dripped out Lit now Shawty like the way I rock my jewels Iced out young n- Grown b- wanna suck my popsicle Ain't no other young n- like me be flexin' He want the work, then we stretch him Ride with two dogs on my side like the number eleven You will get added to heaven Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction Multiple shots coming at him I got a fetish for money, I'm good with the adding Know I be flippin' the package You know I Count bread like I'm working at the bank F- good, then that Louis come your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing F- love, need some money in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate (falayho) Unlike most dudes, they can't relate

Great John on the beat, by the way Ohhhh, yeah, oh, yeah Too much pain, too much pain, Fross (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch I really let that thing buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (ooo) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Huh) Yeah yeah OFFWHITE drip, no basic When I get bent, don't chase 'em Moonrock spliff, my car like spaceship Take big trips, big rating[?] Two floors spot whole gang get sanctioned (yeah) If I want it, I'll take it Ain't have shit, why you made I made it? (yeahh) 'Cause you know I been going through it But I gotta keep it movin' In this foreign car, I'm zoomin' And if you out here trickin' on some bitch then you losin' I ain't really have shit in my life, jus' know that Anything I grasp on, know I hold on tight Day after day, prime after prime Know I'm still gon' fight It could be a whole war in this bitch Imma make it home by tonight, nigga Imma make it home by da, night Tonight, I'm boutta catch me a drill (yeah yeah) By the morning, I'll sell those pills Rent comin' soon, gotta pay those bills Need weed, hear the bro got deals Through the time, only gang can squeal Free Dev, he the realest of the real Free Bo-Dot bring him close up the jail, close up the jail (Huh) Can't fit shoes, can't try to walk a nigga life Like pencils, keep lead on me through the night Official niggas always dyin', ain't right Like Blue's Clues, he a mystery if he lie Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fross (Huh) (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch out let me let that thang buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (oh yeah) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Forgive me Father up in Heaven) (I love all my fallen up in Heaven)