( Sheff, you made this?)
Hmm, oh, I'm out my mind
(Ayy, YB help me hype him up, bro)
I don't know what I'm 'bout to say on this, but I

Since there's somethin' wrong, all this pain on me
I been thinkin' 'bout Killa Stone in that Range Rover
Tellin' lies to my mama, think I'm stayin' sober
On that Don Abraham, I ain't been stayin' sober
It been hard for me to sleep, I ain't been takin' stones
Dead bodies on my top, and they been playin' on me
Gave a lot of niggas my love, and they been playin' on me
They been imitatin' my swag, but they can't stand on it
I done got back in my bag, I been stayin' focused
And if yo' bitch get in my presence, she get a good aroma
Know I'm fully fuckin' focused, and we fully loaded
Airbnb's that I own, but, I rent for myself
I was into property at sixteen, my niggas laughed at me
I got a daycare, and a car lot, and they laughed at me
I got a Starbucks in Boteni, ask me how I'ma make money
Now they wanna consult with me on alternate ways for to make money
I really hustle, I'm really thuggin'
2329, Carolina buckin'
Shot a pussy nigga in his face, Miss Connie ain't say nothin'
Every time I'm in the section, pull up, and bless her with somethin'
I was twelve in Louisiana, out here with B London
No matter how much wrong I did, Miss Mary never judged me
The secret to my heart, she hide the dope and say nothin'
Butch and Shawday son had died, I cried a lot of tears
God blessed me with a son, so, I named Khaza after him
Can't complain' about the hand, so we gon' play the card they give us
Breadwinner top and bottom, nigga know the way we built
You can't name somebody who done played with bracks and ain't get killed

Unless there was fam' love or somethin', you heard me?
You know, then, it weren't really serious
You got to do me somethin', you can't just be talkin'
You heard me? You got to do me some

Sneak me in jail, I'ma kill yo' family
Make it look like an accident by the way it happened
Years later, I get bored sometime and make shit happen
I ain't just rappin', once I bow my head, everybody get to business
I get on my knees and ask the Lord for forgiveness
Wanna keep me from, sinnin'? Baby, you should mind yo' business
I got a new bitch, and sometimes relationship's toxic
Hate when we be arguin' love
When makin' love, my dick toxic
If you just talkin' and ain't doin' shit, you spit boxin'
Cool, calm, collective in my presence, ain't no kick boxin'
Big ol' player and your old lady wanna sit by me
Watch from Denver, Colorado got my wrist rockin'
Pray for humbleness, sometimes I tend to get cocky
Another shipment just came in, and I been gettin' it, yeah
Any problem I encounter, I could fix it, yeah
I got partners doin' time, wish I could fix it, yeah

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Writer(s): James Price, Kevin Gilyard, Malachi Haden