Lyrics
A song about the real life of fentanyl.
Dropping like beats fetty
popping in the streets
Got ya robbing in the streets
And dropping from your feet
Ain't nothing realer than the petty from the dealer
From a seller to a killer
And you didn't mean to kill her
A song about the real life of fentanyl.
Dropping like beats fetty
popping in the streets
Got ya robbing in the streets
And dropping from your feet
Ain't nothing realer than the petty from the dealer
From a seller to a killer
And you didn't mean to kill her
Nodding in the streets death right before my eyes
They just found my dog dead
He only hit it one time
He didn't have to die
But I guess it was his time
I ain't even bout to cry
I just keep that shit in mind
Everywhere I go I gotta keep the fetty with me
Playing with my life like the reaper tryna get me
Used to be a king but it turned me to a fiend
Hope you don't know what I mean
I just pray that I get clean
Been using since a teen
But I ain't a victim on the scene
Style
story telling rap
Credits
Prompt byRaymaxxx
GeneratedApr 6, 2025
ModelAria v4
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