What are them? I like this Future, Drake joint a lot so I want to say
Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my b****, woo
“Always dressing fresher than a mannequin / leave em stiffer than a mannequin” switch up
I spent 3 racks on these Rick Owens try my best to forget it
I pour my life inside these poems my whole soul and my spirit
I’m easy agitated get intoxicated trynna fight the demons
Trynna find right it my wrong hope my legacy live on 😔
Ay, this a letter for my dogs
How we let the money get between us?
How we let these b****es get between us?
How we let these niggas get between us?
I got love for all my savages even with itchy fingers
I got love but it ain't like the love I got for Indie
She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity
My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity
Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me
RIP my granddad Quick, he should have seen this s***
20 thousand on some child support, I seen that s***
Riding round with all them choppers, I done seen this s***
These rappers mad at me but these niggas ain't doing s***
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that s***
I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership
The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships
If Esco didn't love me, would've been done jumped ship
And it's the love from my fans got me still here...
What are them? I like this Future, Drake joint a lot so I want to say
Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my b****, woo
Told her "Baby please, don't bite it"
I ain't had s***in a whole week
Just so you can get to know me
Gushy, gush, so soaky
I put it in, go so deep
Before we do anything, we're doing us
I didn't have no more patience, I was in a rush
I fell in love with music, just like us
You work at Magic, baby can you love me?
You see the moon comin' out at night
I got a wolf standin' by my side
We do these girls three at a time
I'm in my world, I'm out of time
Three different highs, I'm off the ground
Look in my eyes, you see my trials
You see my tribulations, I was down
I seen the sweat running down the wall
We tryna have a good time
We toastin' it up at the juke joint
Sit by the bar at the juke joint
Made love in the car at the juke joint
She ain’t leave when I was broke
I used to sit at the trap all day and wait for a phone call
I seen ya cruise the Land Rover through the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
'Fore you gon' knock someone down
If they gon' shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this s*** on the news or something
made a HO eat a HO cuz she a BROKE HO