In My Head

And shawty you ain't gotta lie don't act like you ain't really missin me
I ain't do no wrong so don't talk crazy when you mention me
I just wanna
Make a living off these songs
Sometimes I get up in my head I told a nigga leave me lone
I roll a pack and I ain't sippen less its Henny or patron
And burn that bitch all the way till all this stress on me be gone
They ain't believe that's what they said to me
Ain't give a fuck about my dream so niggas dead to me
Talk behind my back that's pussy shit you niggas feds to me
Quick to say some shit I know these niggas finna judge
I don't really care cas it is what it was

Was in a I eight for the first time in my life, that shit was motivation
Told myself I gotta get it, rushing nigga so impatient
Riding right through Charlotte giving food to the homeless people
Brody had to bless, that nigga crazy we don't know these people
Man I got a big heart tryna figure out who real or not
Had to get away, cas where I was I knew I couldn't stop
Doing the same shit I used to do and man I never got it
Thinking shit was cool, they only love you when a nigga poppin
Had a little buzz it started dying don't know what to do
Stay up in the booth, I pour my heart into this shit I do
Thought that I would blow a couple times and that shit never happened
Niggas selling dreams to me, but truely niggas really cappin
Wanted to give up a couple times, like why I'm really rapping?
Music in my blood and niggas telling me I'm really snappin
I don't know bout killing all I kill is pussy and a nigga body beats
We was on the papi, now I parked the Rover down the street
Can't wait till I could cop my own, cas then a nigga really beast
Grew up in the north a Jersey nigga, yea I'm from the east
And I been so gone
I just wanna blow but this shit taking so long
Brody call me from the pin
He told me he gone beat the case he pleading innocent
Don't know when he'll come home
Just keep on writing with the pen
I know it's been so long, but I know you ain't giving in
So I gotta go hard, cas niggas really tryna make it
Ain't nothing promised, not tomorrow, not no new vacation
Its YGH the fucking gang man we was in the basement
Me, Sxa, Lid, and Cito talking bout this music
Yea we was plottin every night like how we finna do it
See Lid the goat he started selling shirts and getting to it
And me and Nicely used to set up in the living room
See niggas really was the topic, niggas can assume

(Yuh)

And shawty you ain't gotta lie don't act like you ain't really missin me
I ain't do no wrong so don't talk crazy when you mention me
I just wanna
Make a living off these songs
Sometimes I get up in my head I told a nigga leave me lone
I roll a pack and I ain't sippin less its Henny or patron
And burn that bitch all the way till all this stress on me be gone
They ain't believe that's what they said to me
Ain't give a fuck about my dream so niggas dead to me
Talk behind my back that's pussy shit you niggas feds to me
Quick to say some shit I know these niggas finna judge
I don't really care cus it is what it was