Intro

This how I'm doing shit from now on, yeah
We want it all
Volar, look

Listen, fuck what they been telling you
Them yo dawgs but you get locked up, they ain't got no bail for you
Lately I been riding thru the city, black queen with me
Hope 12 pass shit, cause on this dash I got a scale or two
Nigga we just trying make it out
Opps in the city already know what we about
I'm my own boss, Twenty20 Records in the house
Swear that we be feeling like we the Roc Nation of the south
When granny died I stopped believing God
Now grandpa going, ima have to speak with God
I heard the Feds sweeping fraud
I was just about to hit the bank and eat with fraud, nigga
But I know when to stop
Nigga staring at my car and ima spin on his block
I was raised around killers, helping burn up they glocks
Bro said a nigga tried him so he had to get shot, damn
Yeah it's sad but it's my life story
I'll turn a nigga head red like he Rory
And bitch the game mine, we ain't calling Maury
I put new sauce all on my shit now I can't stop recording
Every verse is a hit
I'm too blessed I made it out, we making money legit
She tried to curve me at first, heard 'bout the shit that I'm in
But she listened to the tapes and heard the shit that I did
Gang banging, twisting fingers
Nigga, you know what it is, come correct or it get dangerous
I get paranoid, grab my glock I'm feeling anxious
Let a mass shooting happen ima be the one to bang it
Modern day Huey Newton, I ain't never changing
Still pop a perc, hit the stu and go bezerk
Niggas say they showing love but they really want a verse
I just took a lil hiatus now I'm back, let's get to work, Volar



Credits
Writer(s): Dechristopher Wyche
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