I'm fed up (I'm fed up)
I ain't got no more energy to give these old bitch ass niggas
You heard me?
These niggas be on fake cases, here, take the money
Since you feel like it's better than my friendship, you heard me?
On pressure

God forgive me for my sins
I should've built a house of worship
I went and bought a Benz
My own shit, I depend
My Muslim brother lied about me bad
Said I got with Mark and did a deal behind his back
In my heart, I been stabbed
Here's a hunnid grand
When you run through that, make sure you remember who I am
Patna's pocket watchin' make me hate to rock my watches
Just because we patna's don't mean that your hand go in my pocket (bling blaow)
Go put the opps up on my spots when you gossip 'bout me? (Bitch)
I'm out my body, nigga, try me, blocka-blocka-blaow me (bitch)
Step outside the room and you wishin' the walls could talk
Surrounded by these dudes but you feelin' like somethin' off
You know you love your bitch but you need a lil' more excitement
You like to do the shit that could probably get you indicted
Cold slept from off a island, shovin' dick in her body
In the trap with a strap while you juggin' narcotics

Ups and downs, fell off a lot and then I came up
Since a child, they been tryna get my brains bust
I make mistakes, to God I pray I never changed up
They sit in barber shops and try to fuck my name up (pussy)
Take the energy they deal and keep it pushin'
Don't need to tell a pussy, "You not pussy", niggas pussy
Take the energy they deal and keep it pushin'
Don't need to tell a pussy, "You not pussy", niggas pussy

Ups and downs, fell off a lot and then I came up
Got my chain jumpin', jumped inside a Range truck
Black on black, my F-250 you can't see the emblems
Windows tinted, slip through in it, you can't see who in it (come on)
Change perspective, life a blessing, I'm just reminiscin' (for real)
Last year, I would've blew my brains out at any minute
Shoutout to the ugly hoes, love it when I floss (shout out)
All of them a loss, caught up in a tug of war (damn)
People I have helped, they want bullets in my thoughts
God prepare the table for me, cut from a different cloth (man down)
Cut up, it's gon' cost, you don't get stripes for a junkie (uh-uh)
Flunkus payin' Flunkus to go and murder a flunky
You know you reap what you sow, and that shit cold
Knew the burners was on, I just had to touch the stove (shit)
When you go inside the freezer, ice cubes smell like cologne
That mean someone was at your house when you was not at home

Man, I swear to God
You get out of line, I'ma put your ante up, you heard me?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all done been around me, y'all done been in a car with me
Love my swag, love how I talk
Mannerisms, demeanor, everything
Yeah, man
Come on, y'all know I keep that Godfather in full effect
I pull up solo by myself
I'ma put you up in this bitch, mane
C'mon man, niggas just be talkin', dick

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Denontae Wilson, Kevin Gilyard