[Intro]
Mhm, for real
Goin’ through so much pain, can’t even hide all this shit
Done with that ho, so I dry test that bitch
Told the bitch to get the fuck out, I vibe-check the bitch
(Thanks, Yakree)
You only fuckin’ me, I don’t like to share, bitch
They don’t fuck with me, niggas ain’t ridin’ for this shit
R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this shit
[Chorus]
Had to close those folders, I hit my knees and pray, ’cause I can’t lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they rather go run a nigga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, I had trappin’ that coca’
Had the kid to trap, I’m in thе studio, trappin’ my vocals
With a thick ol’ bitch from out East, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rovеr
With this shit I’m dealin’ with, it be hard to keep composure
[Verse 1]
I know Rick watch my back, just how Pluto, he got zoned out
I be havin’ nightmares from all them nights down on that corner
All the shit goin’ in my head, I be ready to go in a coma
Red is good, I ain’t trippin’ ’cause all this shit exposure
Say the truth, gon’ stand me, and the fake gon’ fall for anything
I’m married to the trap, only thing I’m missin’ is a weddin’ ring
Only thing I regret is the shit I said about Teddy Pain
I see why he left the city ’cause this shit right here bring heavy pain
Everything I lost, I’ma double-back for everything
These niggas can’t be bought, I ain’t fear this shit when the trappin’ came
I ain’t got to prove no points, I hit in the streets, got heavy stains
Everytime I hit the club, strippers dance, I made it rain
Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name
Put in work ’bout all this shit, niggas know it ain’t no game
Plenty Ls that I done took, niggas know I ain’t no lame
Niggas tryna box me out, niggas know how far I came
[Chorus]
Had to close those folders, I hit my knees and pray, ’cause I can’t lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they rather go run a nigga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, I had trappin’ that coca’
Had the kid to trap, I’m in the studio, trappin’ my vocals
With a thick ol’ bitch from out East, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With this shit I’m dealin’ with, it be hard to keep composure