Froze hearted
She left me out for dead
They left me out for dead
Just like my mama told me
I'm back on road
I'm like fuck a friendship
That's a costly pleasure
I can't afford no homies
Niggas plotted on me
Damn near laid on me
I was begging them for my shot and these niggas played on me
I'm back on road
Telling them wait on it
I call the shots now
And I make the plays on it

Lied to my bitch so much I'm starting to believe it
I done bought her one Chanel and she got conceited
In school I was selling dope to students and the teachers
I'm a self made nigga, bitch, you wanna leave then leave me
Got my heart broken, bitch done threw me back in savage mode
If she ever let me fuck again, it'd be a grab and go
Would have held it down but bitch you got me looking goofy
The way I'm feeling, see your man and might just slap his kufi off
Niggas think I'm wilding, they should see me out in action
Stop sign on my hip for niggas seeing me in traffic
You don't get no points for pulling faggot moves
It's cat and mouse out with this cheese, I call it ratatouille
Watching out for feds I got to keep some dogs with me
Niggas super sneak, they'll lay down and get robbed with you
Used to hit that pot up with that finger roll
Said I used to hit that pot up with that finger roll

Lying to myself so much I'm starting to believe it
I tell her that I'm dipping when we both know I ain't leaving
I tell her that I'm faithful
We both know that I'm cheating
I been keeping this shit a hundred since like '93
Live from the trap and bitch I ain't suppose to be here
I get caught with certain guys and they gone give me three years
Lil' nigga break his arm fucking with that kick back
Niggas stole our cousin from us now we want our lick back

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Writer(s): Daniel Gonzalez, Daystar Peterson, Isom Green