In My Head

G Pe$o from the 13, and I'm in this bitch alone (Aye)
Writing and recording, hear me turning up on songs
Focused getting rich, so ain't no need to call my phone
Just leave me 'lone, I'm in my zone, I'm in here spittin' wit my chrome
Put my heart into this mic, you hear me through the speakerphone
My brodie gone, it turned me cold, gon hear his name in every song
Wake Med up in that bed, just cuz you got hit wit that chrome
I can't believe you really dead, now in my head, something wrong

Them niggas killed my brother, and it turned me real evil
Got me ridin' wit my heater, just to make a nigga bleed
Only rule by any means, so I gotta make it out
Only focus is the cheese, I ain't into chasin' clout
I gotta get ma dukes a house
Far from niggas totin' heat and tryna put shit on a screen
I came from settin' screens, shootin 3's, throwin' D's
But now the ball is my hands, everybody lookin' up to me, cuz I got all the plans
You know I'm gettin' to the green, just so I can be the man
I ain't into servin' feins, can get my hands on some xans tho
Strapped up like I'm Rambo, Pablo died I can't go
Nigga can't een let go, fuck 'round let a 'tec go
Neva let a check blow, cuz Ima put it up

Kool aid in my double cup, you can miss me wit the liq
You can miss me wit da yak
I got that lil bitch eating dick, I'm boutta hit it from the back
She see me rollin' up the thrax, lil bitch bet not even ask
I swear to God she bet not ask
I'm only here to pull out tracks and then it's right back to the stacks
Allergic to a lack, metal arms like I'm Jax
And the dope it make you choke, so you know I gotta tax
Non-fiction what I wrote, so you know it's only facts
Competition shit a joke, shit I be running up the racks
I just started in this rap shit I'm my family only hope
I ain't into sayin' cap shit, I'll erase some shit I wrote

G Pe$o from the 13, and I'm in this bitch alone (Aye)
Writing and recording, hear me turning up on songs
Focused getting rich, so ain't no need to call my phone
Just leave me 'lone, I'm in my zone, I'm in here spittin' wit my chrome
Put my heart into this mic, you hear me through the speakerphone
My brodie gone, it turned me cold, gon hear his name in every song
Wake Med up in that bed, just cuz you got hit wit dat chrome
I can't believe you really dead, now in my head, something wrong

Hoes love me like the pope, cuz my flow is like some dope
But 'member bitches used to joke, back when I was dead broke
Getting clean off dirty money, gotta clean it wit some soap
In love wit paper, gon elope, fuck a hater, hope you choke
Lowkey lyin' bout the laser, cuz my shit it really broke
Pull up to the gun show, cop a new one, we in mot-(ion)
1300 neck on froze, one day gon pull up wit dem oc-(eans)
Rappin' gangsta like I'm Osh-(ea) but I got that bar from Herb
Ruga got me switchin' verbs, turning up, and twisting words
I be shy all out in public, nigga something like a Ferb
Nigga quiet, but'll fye it, don't get left up on the curb
Got the .40 in the fur, don't get rolled up in a erb

G Pe$o from the 13, and I'm in this bitch alone (Aye)
Writing and recording, hear me turning up on songs
Focused getting rich, so ain't no need to call my phone
Just leave me 'lone, I'm in my zone, I'm in here spittin' wit my chrome
Put my heart into this mic, you hear me through the speakerphone
My brodie gone, it turned me cold, gon hear his name in every song
Wake Med up in that bed, just cuz you got hit wit that chrome
I can't believe you really dead, now in my head, something wrong