X&O's (Intro)

Yeah
Uhhhh

Jumping out the window cos shooters no mac on me
Flashing red lights they pull out a stretch for me
Blurry vision somebody whispering stay with me
Still i'm hoping none of my homies is dead for me

Touch mine we go to war my gun roar
Swing another bottle you pussy you done for
50 shades of red when i'm knocking your front door
But i ain't going down for a sucker not one more

Pick ya pleasure you like the drugs i like the money
Kindda funny i play dumb but you the dummy
All that killing still got me thinking bout how we living
So i pulled the plug on all of the fuckery now we winning
(Yeah)

Lot of niggas claiming they gone die for me
Hella bad bitches claiming they gone ride for me
When that 40 pull up hope you stay alive for me
But if you go to heaven hope you keep a spot for me

Dancing with the devil you gone get a burn from it
Type of lesson you don't really wanna learn from it
Preacher-man putting money down on a PJ
Congregation passing boxes like a muthafucking relay

Hold up
They say they gone run up Usain Bolt
These youngins around me they stay woke
(Facts)
Them shooters around you they stay broke
Threw a couple racks at'em now they stay close
(Aaaggghhh)

All for the love of money niggas turning on they own
Give it all away for success niggas sell they soul
Just to live a life of regret hanging by a rope
Mystery of black history i hope you taking notes
(Aaaggghhh)

Let go ya ego you sold your soul already
Fuck the genius talk nigga that's one too many
Look at your people nigga you think it's funny
You got a choice now you matching hats with Donnie
(Aaaggghhh)