The Warning

Niggas always hating I just stay up in my lane
Cause niggas killing niggas and the streets is looking strange
I gotta make a move, I gotta drip a stain
Cause it's a lotta lies and I'm numb to the pain
I gotta make the music, gotta get the digits
That's why Im up at 4am cooking in the kitchen
Spittin all the lyrics and I do it wit precision
Making big decisions, and I got my niggas wit me
If he fuckin wit me, leave him in a cemetery
Niggas think they runnin wit me but they not comparing
I go get the bag, I pick it off like Eric Berry
Yea I get it, nigga I be dripping she be staring

Im feelin kinda hurt and I wanna see a change
All these people scheming, I just stay up in my lane
I see the bigger picture, but these other niggas can't
So let me put this pen to paper and tell you all my pain
Why did shawty say she love me, then she go and change?
The things I didn't talk about on never be the same
The reason that a nigga feeling stuck up in his ways
Puff the swisha pass the shit forget about the fade
Forget about the bitch that switched when I was in a daze
I was writing on a paper, now I tore the page
Like YBN, the pen tore off, its rubbin off the paint
I warned you niggas, now I'm going on a tour of pain
Took a minute, thought about it, I can't take no breaks
I call up my homies tell em come n get ya plate
Before I die we all gon eat, I put that on my name!