Sunshine Christo, Vain - Shine In The Rain II (God Help Us All) lyrics

She wants me to fuck her friend
Now she's mad at them
What the fuck is up you little slut
You need to understand what's up
You fuckin' weirdo
Bitches wanna fuck on me
Then they get mad cause their
Bitches fuckin' fuck on me
I know that she plots on me
She shows it everyday
Every time she wakes up she doesn't
Look me in the face
I know that she's plotting
I know that she's not my friend
I know that she wants to kill me
She wants to see my end
Bitches wanna fuck and I know they fucking do
Thеy wanna kill me, so I can't trust you
Last girl I been with tried to stab me
So I can't keep a bitch in my company

You know I got that H, likе I'm Triple H
Got so many that my friends come to my place
She wanna go to the trap
She wants to get fucked
She wants to do drugs but
I can't let her though
Not trust bitches that shit should be obvious
All these bitches plotting on me
Make it less obvious
All these people say they're my friends
I don't believe them
These people plotting on me
Yeah I can see them
Your intentions are fucked up
I can tell by one look
All you people fucking Riddle
Yeah looking like a book
All you people fuck with me but
Deep down you really don't
I can tell cause when you're around
You act like no one's home

They're fucking plotting on me
They wanna fuck with me
They're tryna fuck on me but
You can't fuck the team
They wanna fuck with me
They wanna mess my team
You can't fuck with me cause only
I can fuck with me my friends know me
They know I'm fucking real
All these flaky fucking losers
Never in the field
All these people wanna see me get shot
Well I got a GAT so I'm not getting got

God help us all, God help us all
God help us all, I know the one to call
Failing in school cause I'm gonna play ball
Worrying about a bitch is not my fucking job
Staying by myself
I ain't trying to get caught
Fuck all your feelings
It don't matter in the end
Fuck all your family and
Fuck all your friends
(It's not like I really won)

Vain, I'm the one
Chosen by the God and the Sun
To deliver onto us bars
Pause, truth laid down a
Beat that's fucking hard
Picasso would be jealous of my art
Wanna go back and give
George Washington a cart
He would probably say do not
Listen to thy whores
For we are not simping on all fours
Just to get attention from a whore
The bar is on the floor
There was never hope but I made it
One percent chance
Ninety-nine percent faked it
Christo got us here all with hard work
Left all the lazy ass bums in the dirt
People who weren't here started hating
Talking about shit that happened
In their hibernation
Gotta get away, I can't stand em'
Me and Christo always go in tandem
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