They say don't burn bridges, but fuck it, I'm makin' enemies
Pulled up with my brothers, we packed the Scat like a limousine
I'll be walkin' dead before I let a fuck nigga finish me
Keep one cocked in the head, if you touch it, don't let the trigger squeeze
Cut my bitch off first, if I feel like my bitch ain't feelin' me
I must protect my energy, hoes will use you for anythin'
I should've never said I loved her, this bitch never wanna leave
I done fucked a hundred hoes, I still ain't found a bitch I need
This designer on my jeans, smokin' ganja, blowin' trees
Fucked a nigga bitch on FT, act an ass when I'm OT
I do drugs to help me cope, this shit got bad if I OD
I showed love, they took advantage, I ain't mad, that's just on me
Drive that Trackhawk like a Demon, check the badge, this ain't no jeep
Might not pick up when she call, just gon' call back say I was sleep
Watched my unc' make dirty money, take a bath inside the bleach
I had NFL dreams, now I tuck my mag and tie my cleats, go hit the field
I take care of all my brothers, they'd be damned if I get killed
You say it's smoke, load up the steel, fuck a facade, this shit for real
My lil' bro crash out, really Michael Myers off them pills
It's go get violent or get killed
She askin' what I do, lil' bae, I'm chillin' unemployed
I fucked around inside the trap and made a million off my voice, uh
Only fell in love one time, still healin' off that choice, huh
Bitch, shut up when I speak, that's how I feel, don't make no noise
I'm out of town, I'm thuggin' with my rounds, Wocky purple, money blue
You said I ain't shit, you just forgot the shit I've done for you
I ain't chasin' shit, if you ain't money I can't run for you
I'm rich to all my brothers, give a fuck if I'm a bum to you
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