CHEMO ft. Bry Bandz Lyrics

Chemo

Pray for ma enemies?

Fuck is you telling me

You’d end in a body bag if you fuck up my energy

Stuck in a hella maze

Memories fade away

Said ama Champ but you bitches thought

That a Neegah playing

I’m rolling up my pain

Taking the smoke straight to my brain

I need some therapy

My breakthrough way less than a mile away

I’m getting lucid dreams

I’m wide awake I know the drill

I think I’m losing it

I’m fighting battles like this shit is Spartacus

They called the bluff, my opposition steady scheming

But that shit all in my head

Too carcinogenic, you need chemo

Get the bread, that shit no be beans

Finding nemo but my head’s way above the water

When I think about my fans

Looking up to me, man what you seeing on the gram

Please do not believe

I know you think that I’m the man

Yes, but I’m still human too

Far from being perfect,

yeah you know I speak the truth

I do it always

Maybe I’m just lying

Told you I was far from perfect

But you isn’t buying buying it, as if a homie trynna fiddle like a violin

You playing games, cut the crap

Or maybe you want violence

Yeah

Bet on your shawty I know she a fan

Southside Neegah , can’t curve my swag

You know ma shit is a different wave

Hop on a beat and you know I ain’t playing

Fuck all that long talk

Some of the neegahs gon’ pull out the stick if you fuck with the wrong ones

Pray for ma enemies?

Fuck is you telling me

You’d end in a body bag if you fuck up my energy

Stuck in a hella maze

Memories fade away

Said ama Champ but you bitches thought

That a Neegah playing

Yeah

Yeah just let it slide a little bit

Yeah turn me up turn me up

Yeah

Yeah

Pray for ma enemies?

Fuck is you telling me

You’d end in a body bag if you fuck up my energy

Stuck in a hella maze

Memories fade away

Said ama Champ but you bitches thought

That a Neegah playing

Hop in a whip

Ama cop in a jiff

And gon’ pop in a minute

Here he goes

Talk about shit

Like he got it for real

Watch a nigga takeoff like the migos

Spend on ma bitch on that likey, swipey

Take an additional Nike, wifey

Catching a trip and we do it official

Nobody gon’ think “you dey whine me? Whine me? “

I aint trynna cap

Hop on a track, ain’t put a backup in this part

Here for days

That neegah spat a lotta facts

Roll with the pack

All for the bags, set for a raise

Some niggas don’t want me to win

Shock ‘em all

I’d be up in a minute

For the record all ma neegahs be winning

Conversations only talk about business, TEE