Froze

My heart on froze
But don't nobody care til that gun go blow
Don't nobody care for the love I show
Gotta get it out the mud boy I ain't no joke

I got older ain't nobody really fuck with a nigga
Only time we got together was to bang onna nigga
I'm a righteous motherfucker I can't hang witchu niggas
Can't be behind bars or fight charge that ain't right with me nigga
Only time you feeling cool is if you holding a trigger
Only time I feel alive is when I'm making them figures
I was never like you niggas cause my brain thinking bigger
I want millions even bills you want the trenches my nigga

I'm tryna make it out
Without a doubt
All you niggas turned against me yall ain't even help me out
I was inna pouring rain but I still was inna drought
Got the worst of two worlds motivation going south
But I always keep my head up and I'm running my mouth
Got my nigga right beside me me and Sammie bang it out
And we coming from the six Belair Rd hear us out
I'm just in it for the money I ain't rapping for the clout

Im a real nigga
You a fake killa
I got real hittas
Inna Benz nigga
You gon think we psychedelic way we deal witcha
Break in yo do' with my toe, I don't care nigga

I will beat a bitch brains if she tasting my name
Keep my name out ya mouth or ya face won't look the same
I ain't really with the killing imma make you wish you dead
Hard to pull yaself together with my Nike on ya head
Shorty thinking I ain't made tell the hoe to think again
Allat fucking hatred prolly coming from within
You ain't really mad at me just the situation you in
I could try to understand but bitch you ain't even my friend
How you sticking to the code but you bending all the rules
They gon think it's fireworks way yo bang you with the tool
I ain't got no time for petty gotta take my family food
If you bitches inna way then you bitches better move

If you crossed me once
You will cross me twice
I will end ya life
Melodies tonight
Have you singing a song
La Dee Da goodnight
I will knock off ya beads
Mardi Gras tonight
I ain't doing no wrong but my wrong is right
Write a book bout my life it would be a site
If them hammers get to clapping
I was so far gone
I was somewhere prolly writing vibing to my next song
I done dusted off my shoulders now its time to head home
I'm prolly somewhere distant I won't answer the phone
And for you fuck ass niggas I ain't never alone
Better watch what you saying or its chrome to ya dome