I.B.Y.O.N

I got my time wasted (say what?)
I got my mind racing (oh no)
I got my phone on silent 'cause it's always vibrating (yeah, yeah)
Bitches be texting me (no, no)
Probably because they want this D (bitch)
Gotta keep 'em away from me
Come around seven days a week (don't worry)

Niggas only tell what they wanna tell you
And the other shit is what they wanna sell you
Let you get caught up, and they will never bail you
And I ain't a bitch, I'm just being careful

I ain't tryna get caught up for you (hell, nah)
If you wouldn't do the same shit for me
I got all of my day ones with me
And it ain't a lot of us, it's only 'bout three

It be yo' own niggas that be tellin' niggas whatchu know
That's why I keep my circle small

'Cause maybe it's one of yo' hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They'll leave yo' ass in the cold
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't think that you ever know (whoa, whoa)
Somebody (whoa)
There's a side that they don't ever show (yeah, ay)
They're hiding (yeah, look)

Yeah, I'm still cool with my last bitch
But what the fuck that mean to you? (Damn, stupid bitch)
Ay, bitch, I come outa the blue (whoa)
Ay, make you wish that you had two niggas (goddamn, lil' hoe)

Use one gun with two triggers (pop, pop)
That's the kind of shit we like to do to niggas (whoo, whoo)
Pull up with yo' hoe, got my team in the back
Get that honey from her like Pooh and Tiger

I've been doing good by my muhfuckin' self (bitch)
No thank you, nigga, I don't need no fuckin' help (whoa)
I'm a 5'7, nigga, still reach the top shelf
If them kids stay talkin', I'ma take off my belt, get to smackin' (smack, smack)

Ay, 'bout eight years, I've been rappin', ay (ay, yah)
'Bout my tears, no cappin', ay (yeah, yeah)
Beats stay bumpin', slappin', ay (yeah, yeah)
Been slept on, no mattress

It be yo' own niggas that be tellin' niggas whatchu know (yeah, yeah)
And I don't need practice
That's why I keep my circle small (put your middle fingers up)

'Cause maybe it's one of yo' hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They'll leave yo' ass in the cold
Yeah, yeah, yeah (why you gotta be like that?)
Don't think that you ever know (yeah, yeah)
Somebody
There's a side that they don't ever show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They're hiding (Dbangz)

Uh, I ain't even really been flexin' lately (nope)
Ain't even been thinkin' 'bout my exes lately (nah)
Might my fly my mama out to Texas, maybe
Goddamn, the life that I'm living's been extra crazy (yup)

Told God that I'm glad he saved me
Me and J.Norm bumpin' Section 8.0
Watching out for the law, 'cause you know they shady
This the type of flow I execute on the daily

Got me gagging for oxygen, like the dank could impale me
Got a couple of packages that the plug just mailed me
Back in Arizona, where my life was easy
Phoenix, home city, and they said they need me (yep)

Couple years ago, niggas ain't cop my CD (nope)
Now they fuck with me and put my songs on repeat (yep)
I look around the city like, "Damn, who we can't beat"
Came from the bottom, and I see no defeat, yuh

It be yo' own niggas that be tellin' niggas whatchu know (yeah)
That's why I keep my circle small (yeah, yeah, Dbangz)

'Cause maybe it's one of yo' hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They'll leave yo' ass in the cold
Yeah, yeah, yeah (why you gotta be like that?)
Don't think that you ever know
Somebody (said you better watch yo' back)
There's a side that they don't ever show
They're hiding

'Cause maybe it's one of yo' hoes (damn, who we can't beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (damn, who we-, damn, who we can't beat)
They'll leave yo' ass in the cold (damn, who we can't beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (damn who we-, damn, who we can't beat)
Don't think that you ever know
Somebody (why you gotta be like that?)
There's a side that they don't ever show (I look around the city like)
(Damn, who we can't beat)
They're hiding (damn who we-, damn, who we can't beat)