Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah The fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, man You know what I do, you know my crew, you know my team, man I should be fucking sleeping right now, you get me? But fuck it, run the beat (Go, go, go) [Verse] You better go, go, go, run for the cash (yeah) Yeah, go, go, go, go get the bag (yeah) Bitch, I'm tired (Ayy), jet-lag (yeah) And my ho, ho, ho, she just wanna nag (Yeah), she wants to get my act, yeah (My wock) Everyday I wake up and I wanna restart Feeling nothing is gon' get me out the dark Got suburban kids tryna tell me I ain't tough Then come on, motherfucker, let's see how you grew up rough Did you get locked out in the cold in thе middle of night? (Hell nah) So why assume I'm a bitch whеn we ain't even fight? (Damn) Yeah, and I got memories locked up in my head, remember when I wanted dreads but my mum said "No" And my old hoes out here either bein' lesbians or hoes (Yeah) And I got racks on racks, and I got stacks on stacks And I'm gon' get the bag, and I'm gon' get the bag, yeah And my uncle up in Brixton, he's up there with the gang shit I ain't seem him in two years, so my mental health danglin' And my friend who betrayed me, swear I wanna fuckin' strangle him But I don't even know what I'm doing right now, bitch, shut the fuck up I get drugged up, I get fucked up 'Cause the pain is too much (Yeah) I wanna drown in the ocean, drink a poison potion 'Cause I left that girl all my devotion I'm living with grief 'cause of what's been given in these damn streets (Talk) I miss my brother, miss my rider And miss my ride-or-die-er I miss the fam playin' my jams But fuck it, I'm never gettin' 'em back But if I see the fucking opps, I swear I'm gettin' 'em back The bullets hit that head of yours that's so punchable, fuck And I swear you ain't live the life that I live, I fear for my dad and I fear my children I fear the fam and I fear for my 'rillas, I live in a town full of ruthless killers Got an A plus on my test, you can call me Atilla, I heard your new mixtape, boy, that shit was filler And I listen KA$HDAMI's and that shit was realer, these people talk shit 'til these bullets come hit ya I left my old ho and now she gettin' fitter I did it on purpose but now she wanna act up Anymore shit and I might bring the MAC up (MAC-10) It's RJ, it's RJ, RJ on the track, yeah (Hmm) It's RJ, it's RJ, RJ get the cash, yeah (Hmm, hmm) Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm