Yeah but i yeah
B**h i feel this running through my veins
I remain the same
Motherfuckers get a bit of cloud
And then i bust their brains
I suffer for the people see
No evils that i couldn't take
Shady save us what the f**k is really one to imitate
So tell me what it means to be a real homie
Is it defeated front repeat
So what i bring to the scene
I guess we keepin' everything the way we see on ig
Nobody checkin' on a homie 'til they want somethin'
Okay life really wanna make a brother pop off
When it's hot off
M**r really wanna get cut off
Get a shot off in a better better walk off
Better better beg 'cause your bank body bust guns
When it's tellin' me that enough for big words to die
I'ma never be the one
To put my hands together and beg for a son
All these rappers on my back like a roxanne
Tryna take what i make in my box bag
And my homie had a gat
Where he bust that
When i turn my back can i trust that
All these rappers on my back like a rock say
Tryna take what i make in my box bag
And my homie had a game
We bust that when i turn my back and i trust that
You m**r really wanna try me
But i'm mean i'm a bee
But i really wanna be really wanna be me knees
Deep in the scene
All the motherfuckers really wanna cut my steez
Like no b**h
I'm a keep my beats
I'm a bust down quick like an s c p
Got a bunch of a drink i'm a creep in the streets
I'm the p**y motherfuckers that ain't better not play
Cause i'm a fucking like a kit kat
I've been killing shit since we been back
I don't give a f**k what you say b**h sit back
Stay up on my own damn shit get my drip back
See what the picture every day i'm fucking dead
I'll never give up my the f**k
About the thinking of a way to read the tiger
That you can't prevent
All that was out of life
I guess i have a different plan
That doesn't have a decide
I want you back
