Yung emer$ion - premonitions Lyrics

Death has come to your little town, Sheriff
You can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it
I've been having premonitions bout my life now
Everybody wanna get a pic cause I'm hot now

Talking like I really got that shit going up now
Might make another album just talking bout how
How I ain't ever had a chance going uptown
How I took another bitch straight to the pound town

How I sold an ounce of the loud in the downtown
How I f*cked a chick in the middle of the God's house
Ay, ay, ay
God damn, God damn, God damn, God damn

Ay, ay, yeah, ay
Uh, uh, ay
Look at this bitch, look at this motherf*cker
With a chip on his shoulder and a .22 on his hip

Give him everything that he wants or he gon' shoot you
And leave you bleeding out in the crib
F*ckin' with these motherf*ckers ain't good
So you had to get up and then run out this bitch

Why did you have to come out and then tell everyone that I was the one
Switching on bitches, playing with switches
Get your ass up and then go do them dishes
I don't give a f*ck about you or your missus

Playing my songs but not playing my disses
Saying this shit but you do not listen
So many exes and they all addicted
All of this fame I want nothing to do with

All of these racks I want nothing to do with
All I ever wanted was fans for my shit
Everyone bumping and cheering, that's it
Why'd I gotta be enthusiastic

Chasing this paper, not chasing the hoes
Getting the bag for me and my bros
Chasing this paper, not chasing the hoes
Getting the bag for me and my bros

Getting the bag for me and my bros
Oh f*ck
Looking at this little motherf*cker in the dead of the night
Yeah, you know he got the strap tucked tight

Living with pieces of shit ain't easy
But I can see through that shit, it's alright
I got the might, I got the power
And I got the bitches, they all wanna fight

I got the might I got the power and I got to thinking that shit is not right
F*ck you talking bout, what the f*ck you f*cking doing
I'm feeling like God so turn on the light
F*cking crazy bitches all fun and games

Till they say, can you please stay all night
I'm feeling like Jake and Mike
You just might be surprised
When I say, f*ck the fame, f*ck the money

I don't need it anyway, I make my own way
I get myself paid, I make my own money
Bitches wanna get laid, bitches wanna get fed
On a bare rug, bitch, bare rug, bitch

Bare bone, bitch, all these funky ass punks
Wanna go home, bitch, go home, bitch
Fomo, bitch, yeah, I'm a red motherf*cker
Dead motherf*cker, yeah, motherf*cker

Get your ass up, help your dad, motherf*cker
Heard my mom say, boy, you gon' get smacked, motherf*cker
If you keep on talking to me like you hood, motherf*cker
I'm a good motherf*cker, hard to love, motherf*cker

Everybody in the world just wanna die, motherf*cker
Put the pipe down, yeah, you know it's time, motherf*cker
Had to write down, but you know it's hard, motherf*cker
Told him pipe down, yeah, he think he hard, motherf*cker

Saw me go down on your f*cking bitch, motherf*cker
Goddamn