Daboii - Unfair lyrics

Yo’ b***h, she keeps findin’ her way into my messages She lie, to you, and you believe her, you protect the b***h If I, wouldn’t die for the gang, wouldn’t be reppin’ this My lil’, brother he a demon, he be checkin’ s**t We, don’t gotta be in the hood, we gettin’ checks and s**t I, talk a lot of s**t, I need a breath mint I’m off, the red doin’ the dash, I almost wrecked the whip SOB b***h is not the ones to do the messin’ wit’ You the type a n***a pour your heart out to a messy b***h My high wore off, I’m rollin’ up, I feel depressed again The f**k, up out a n***a face wit’ all that extra s**t I gained some extra beef so what I do? I bought some extra clips I got some demons in my gang, just like the exorcist I’m a child of God but with this Glock, think I’m the devil’s kid Go, against, the grain, I wouldn’t recommend Time, and place, we showin’ up soon as you schedule it Now I don’t like the b***h, I just hit her for the hell of it Baby girl be blessed wit’ the neck, dinner was heaven sent n***as sign a deal and they go broke to get the bezel lit Them pigs damn near thought that I was deaf, I ain’t tell ’em s**t Woke up in my feelings, popped a perc, now I feel excellent She like, “What’s that pokin’ off yo’ hip?” that’s where the weapon is He ain’t catch that body that he claimin’, he just said he did The devil, keep bangin’ at the door, I still ain’t let ’em in N***a wish a n***a would, I’ll pull that drake out the cabinet n***as be dreamin’ every night, still ain’t make nothin’ happen My brother’s died, I been betrayed, but that’s what made me a savage And everything I say be real so please don’t take me for actin’ I heard d** numb the pain, that’s what made me a addict I ain’t f**in’ wit’ you who*es ’cause lil’ baby the baddest Talkin’ crazy on the Gram then my name better be atted Heard through the grave how my bro snaked me, n***as better be cappin’ B***h I’m known to keep that stick, you just stickin’ to rappin’ Youngest bosses in the city, bro was whippin’ the Aston I be all in yo’ b***h head, her mind I’m overlappin’ Heard you fumbled wit’ the work, no you can’t hold the package Uh, you put a ring on that b***h when she for everybody I know n***as plottin’ on me, I don’t care about it If you got funk, then why you shootin’ in the air about it My way or the highway, ain’ t nothin’ fair about it B***h