Lyrics

(intro) This shit right here really like... (phew phew, phew, phew) This shit really, this shit really for entertainment purposes only You know I'm too much fuck with niggas last (unclear) (Hook) Let him lose control, he gone his lose his life Really strapped down with that pole so we ain't losing fights Feel like I done did me so much wrong that I can't do a right Facing all these problems (**unclear, aftermath maybe**), these drugs gonna help me get through the night I'm too precise with all thеse shooters round me bitch No I don't owе nothing niggas begging like they family rich I was just in the streets with none to eat everything around me lit I feel like a boxer with these ratchets play around he hit (Verse) Niggas waited through the shade of hate, did bossed up and I made it I ain't changing I'm the same nigga I started, yeah Know they sleek and slimy tryna stand beside me They start gettin impatient I ain't cocky niggas try to nag me but I'm rich regardless Really having motion, young nigga 15 and bout his life Sipping henny off the ice got all cutters, chalk and white Try to box we spark the fight Red dots like parking lights Pull up spazzing bout that action I can't be the talking type Sloppy let them sticks go Know the opps gon' get smoke Niggas stay inside but everywhere the niggas hide my bitch know I bet they know I'm 10 toes and I can never get hoed ARP a quick scope Hanging out the window I still got some bros inside the kitchen Niggas hear bout beef inside the street and turn into politicians Ayy still tell em stop the dissing pull up Quinn and all they mentions I got shots for oppositions 'memer bro headshot the witness (pre hook) Ayy gang shit If you tryna go feed your people we on the same shit I got some young niggas in the streets that'll make a brain split (**unclear, lost city maybe?) saying I be on some gang shit You niggas be on some lame shit (Hook) Let him lose control, he gone his lose his life Really strapped down with that pole so we ain't losing fights Feel like I done did me so much wrong that I can't do a right Facing all these problems (**unclear, aftermath maybe**), these drugs gonna help me get through the night I'm too precise with all these shooters round me bitch No I don't owe nothing niggas begging like they family rich I was just in the streets with none to eat everything around me lit I feel like a boxer with these ratchets play around he hit