Bi-Polar
Some days I be feeling like I could make it out
Some days I be feel they'll take Me out
Some days I be feeling like there Ain't no safer route
Some days I be feelin like my Dawg gone crop me out
Sometimes I feelin like we could Talk it out
It's a a lot of niggas plotting
But we gone cross em out
It's a lot of niggas hiding
But we gone find em now
It's a lot of niggas typing
That don't really make no sounds
I be really moving weight like a Nigga lifting pounds
Feds did a sweep and yo niggas Made sum sound
Locked up goin crazy it's just you In that pound
Slid for dem niggas but they wasn't really down
I got dreams of counting money While bitches trynna fuck me
I swear this life is for me, why They wanna take it from me?
We don't really do no acting Making plays like it's madden
When you speak den it happen, So I gatta keep on rapping
Shit I gatta keep on snapping if i want this shit to happen
Pussy nigga he jus actin' he don't really want no traction
You be typing under post like yeen get exposed
Say dem boys had took the pole But we was up da road
And none dem niggas blowed
I swear dem boys sum hoes
Rolling blunts and getting throwed
Ian fucking on shones
That nigga mad im gettin money
But ain't neva did shit for me
I be staying by lonely
But a lot of niggas kno me
In the city it get wicked
If you talking bout dem trenches
Niggas slidin wit dem cuttas
Cutting shit jus like some butter
I got love for my brothers
Like we got da same mothers
Trynna get it out the mud
Trynna stack thesefuckin funds
Show these niggas who the one
My nigga died and left a son
So I gatta keep a gun
Hit that nigga in his lungs
Out here ballin like Lebron
She fuck me cus I'm on
Them niggas spinning just for fun
Im gone fuck her then I'm gone
I jus wanna be a star
We don't pop no fucking bars
I jus wanna live large
She gone fuck me that's on God
Ain't no talking to the cops
Pussy that's gone get you dropped
Like Spottem we found a opp
So you know he getting shot
Out the picture he getting cropped
Bitch I'm headed to the top
She gone clean me without a mop
Let's put sum bands on his top
I want my cars without no tops
All these niggas feel like opps
All the subbing gatta stop
Pussy that's gone get you dropped
I got my knowledge from the Streets, so you can't get one up on me
And I know these niggas play it creep
But you see Flacko that's a G
Some days I be feel they'll take Me out
Some days I be feeling like there Ain't no safer route
Some days I be feelin like my Dawg gone crop me out
Sometimes I feelin like we could Talk it out
It's a a lot of niggas plotting
But we gone cross em out
It's a lot of niggas hiding
But we gone find em now
It's a lot of niggas typing
That don't really make no sounds
I be really moving weight like a Nigga lifting pounds
Feds did a sweep and yo niggas Made sum sound
Locked up goin crazy it's just you In that pound
Slid for dem niggas but they wasn't really down
I got dreams of counting money While bitches trynna fuck me
I swear this life is for me, why They wanna take it from me?
We don't really do no acting Making plays like it's madden
When you speak den it happen, So I gatta keep on rapping
Shit I gatta keep on snapping if i want this shit to happen
Pussy nigga he jus actin' he don't really want no traction
You be typing under post like yeen get exposed
Say dem boys had took the pole But we was up da road
And none dem niggas blowed
I swear dem boys sum hoes
Rolling blunts and getting throwed
Ian fucking on shones
That nigga mad im gettin money
But ain't neva did shit for me
I be staying by lonely
But a lot of niggas kno me
In the city it get wicked
If you talking bout dem trenches
Niggas slidin wit dem cuttas
Cutting shit jus like some butter
I got love for my brothers
Like we got da same mothers
Trynna get it out the mud
Trynna stack thesefuckin funds
Show these niggas who the one
My nigga died and left a son
So I gatta keep a gun
Hit that nigga in his lungs
Out here ballin like Lebron
She fuck me cus I'm on
Them niggas spinning just for fun
Im gone fuck her then I'm gone
I jus wanna be a star
We don't pop no fucking bars
I jus wanna live large
She gone fuck me that's on God
Ain't no talking to the cops
Pussy that's gone get you dropped
Like Spottem we found a opp
So you know he getting shot
Out the picture he getting cropped
Bitch I'm headed to the top
She gone clean me without a mop
Let's put sum bands on his top
I want my cars without no tops
All these niggas feel like opps
All the subbing gatta stop
Pussy that's gone get you dropped
I got my knowledge from the Streets, so you can't get one up on me
And I know these niggas play it creep
But you see Flacko that's a G
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Writer(s): Tyheim Dyer
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