| I fuck around lost my focus but I’m back chosen again |
| If you came from where I came you would be hoping to win |
| I’m on it again might as well say it’s over again |
| Did it more than twice I can say that I told you again |
| Know I’m a Gemini my devil side be hoping I sin |
| Said I’m on the rhyme but I say I’m just getting right before I go in |
| I’m going up I thought I told the judge no in offense |
| I kind of let my grass grow so I can be low in the field |
| Sometimes be feeling bulletproof I might open a vest |
| Knowing they putting shit together you still wrote them a test |
| I’m gon' fuck around make the church say you going for my neck |
| I ain’t never did no cocaine I’m dope in the flesh |
| These nigga want me gone |
| My momma want me home |
| I think everybody wants fame |
| No love for these hoes |
| What’s coming must go |
| Left my heart in the cold |
| I just wanna do these show |
| Ain’t trying run from no POs |
| These nigga want me gone |
| My momma want me home |
| I think everybody wants fame |
| No love for these hoes |
| What’s coming must go |
| Left my heart in the cold |
| I just wanna do these show |
| Ain’t trying run from no POs, damn |
| EGE mean a lot to me that’s family |
| Can’t let another nigga play with the team gotta handle them |
| Screaming fuck the judge not the judge but we got hammers yeah |
| Mobey he be clutching on that broom like the janitor |
| You can’t catch a Z we gon' snooze like the camera |
| You say that it’s smoke we gon' throw shots at your manager |
| Your clique ain’t got no firepower 15k to fill it up |
| I snatch niggas bitches up come get your bitch she really in love |
| No opp richer than us |
| Fuck with opps get you cut |
| Glock with a switch on the butt |
| Four seconds we get him flush |
| I gave my heart to you but ain’t been feeling in love |
| Say tired of healing wounds I went Cartier for the ones |
| These nigga want me gone |
| My momma want me home |
| I think everybody wants fame |
| No love for these hoes |
| What’s coming must go |
| Left my heart in the cold |
| I just wanna do these show |
| Ain’t trying run from no POs |
| These nigga want me gone |
| My momma want me home |
| I think everybody wants fame |
| No love for these hoes |
| What’s coming must go |
| Left my heart in the cold |
| I just wanna do these show |
| Ain’t trying run from no POs, damn |
| Tired of healing wounds |
| I went Cartier for the ones |
| And I got it bust |
| Lil momma let me know if I really bust |
| I’m just trying to heal swear to god I’m dumb in love |
| And I’m just trying to live |
| Slide make them switch sides leave them in the middle |
| We done lost niggas but I bet the opps know how it feels |
| And when we slide they switching sides leave em in the middle |
| And when we slide they switching sides |