(intro)
People talking under there breath but won't speak it with there chest if u love me u gotta prove it I done hurd it from the best my soul be hurting from all this pain I ain't got another tear left if u wanna scuffle then let's do it bitch u know where I be at
(verse1)
These people don't know shit bout a nigga but wanna speak all on my name how bout we shoot up your moma house or leave that bitch burning in flames
Ima rider f*ck the ops I hearing voices in my brain
You ain't no killer boy you a p*ssy bitch you ain't never had no training
I'm sorry Momma for all this pain but I Gotta make it out this hole The devil be creeping inside my room telling me to let it go I got some Niggas who want the word I want to tell em let it blow They got kids to need to eat it's just 5K to send you home
(Chores)
Yeah 215 278 that's what the lick read you better be about this shit when the hit leaks you f*cking nasty ass hoes My Glock a big freak
Where you from boy I heard that's a bitch street
I just want to tell you I ain't lacking with it Zae Harley that's my dog u know that nigga packing with me
I cut you off and keep it moving if u acting different I know they mad because I'm up I came from rags to riches
(verse 2)
I been cool with way to many I had to cut my circle small
I got a pistol for all niggas who be claiming that they hard
Bang that shit around me bitch my lil homie will knock you off
Ion bang but truth be told no gta I'm all stars
I had a run in with the law I fled the scene so what they caught me
You niggas stayed like some lil bitchs just negotiation and talking
I rolled off screaming thug life f*ck you bitchs and them charges
I had to change the way I live oh girl was pregnant with my daughter
You niggas authors you ain't rappers u just know how to tell a story
You niggas lamer then a bitch I swear on god these hoes be corny
I ain't got no friends my moma said that they ain't for me ion wanna kick it get out my face bitch and that's your only warning
(chores )
Yeah 215 278 that's what the lick read you better be about this shit when the hit leaks you f*cking nasty ass hoes My Glock a big freak
Where you from boy I heard that's a bitch street
I just want to tell you I ain't lacking with it Zae Harley that's my dog u know that nigga packing with me
I cut you off and keep it moving if u acting different
I know they mad because I'm up I came from rags to riches
Yeah