Pick a Side
Devy, pick up the phone
Ain't no more playing the middle baby, just pick a side
You either with me or you not and if you not, you die
'Cause Ion got time for the games, don't got time for the lies
Can't trust 'em when they say they love me, it's hate in disguise
'Cause they ain't there when it get ugly but okay, it's fine
Got my young niggas with me bugging, don't get outta line
'Cause they'll put you outer space
I got demons in my head, no I can't sleep baby, I'm wide awake
I been feening for the bread, I gotta eat, I gotta find a way
And why you hating on the next man? Like how you find the time of day?
I'm just tryna run it up and expand, my nigga I'm tryna slide a wraith
Tryna make everyday a holiday for all of my niggas
Don't play 'cause hollow tips inside this K will leave 'em disfigured
Had to crop 'em out ain't nobody fake inside of the picture
All my niggas on that snake shit baby, we some slimey lil niggas
And you could roll my blunt but just don't pass me no liquor
I'm off this sprite and wockhardt, that's one hell of a mixture
And I can't let my guard down 'cause they want me to slip up
Moving like a star now, this 30 in the zip up
I be going hard now you call me, I can't pick up
And don't give me your heart 'cause I promise that shit get ripped up
Used to see me broke and now you looking at me lit up
Shit on from my past I keep buried, I can't dig up
Thought we was gon' last, I always wonder how we split up
Ain't no more playing the middle baby, just pick a side
You either with me or you not and if you not, you die
'Cause Ion got time for the games, don't got time for the lies
Can't trust 'em when they say they love me, it's hate in disguise
'Cause they ain't there when it get ugly but okay, it's fine
Got my young niggas with me bugging, don't get outta line
'Cause they'll put you outer space
I got demons in my head, no I can't sleep baby, I'm wide awake
I been feening for the bread, I gotta eat, I gotta find a way
And why you hating on the next man? Like
I'm just tryna run it up and expand, my nigga I'm tryna
Tryna make everyday a holiday for all of my niggas
Don't play 'cause hollow tips inside this K will leave 'em
Had to crop 'em out ain't nobody fake
All my niggas on that snake shit baby, we some slimey lil niggas
And you could roll my blunt but just don't pass me no liquor
I'm off this sprite and wockhardt, that's one hell of a mixture
Ain't no more playing the middle baby, just pick a side
You either with me or you not and if you not, you die
'Cause Ion got time for the games, don't got time for the lies
Can't trust 'em when they say they love me, it's hate in disguise
'Cause they ain't there when it get ugly but okay, it's fine
Got my young niggas with me bugging, don't get outta line
'Cause they'll put you outer space
I got demons in my head, no I can't sleep baby, I'm wide awake
I been feening for the bread, I gotta eat, I gotta find a way
And why you hating on the next man? Like how you find the time of day?
I'm just tryna run it up and expand, my nigga I'm tryna slide a wraith
Tryna make everyday a holiday for all of my niggas
Don't play 'cause hollow tips inside this K will leave 'em disfigured
Had to crop 'em out ain't nobody fake inside of the picture
All my niggas on that snake shit baby, we some slimey lil niggas
And you could roll my blunt but just don't pass me no liquor
I'm off this sprite and wockhardt, that's one hell of a mixture
And I can't let my guard down 'cause they want me to slip up
Moving like a star now, this 30 in the zip up
I be going hard now you call me, I can't pick up
And don't give me your heart 'cause I promise that shit get ripped up
Used to see me broke and now you looking at me lit up
Shit on from my past I keep buried, I can't dig up
Thought we was gon' last, I always wonder how we split up
Ain't no more playing the middle baby, just pick a side
You either with me or you not and if you not, you die
'Cause Ion got time for the games, don't got time for the lies
Can't trust 'em when they say they love me, it's hate in disguise
'Cause they ain't there when it get ugly but okay, it's fine
Got my young niggas with me bugging, don't get outta line
'Cause they'll put you outer space
I got demons in my head, no I can't sleep baby, I'm wide awake
I been feening for the bread, I gotta eat, I gotta find a way
And why you hating on the next man? Like
I'm just tryna run it up and expand, my nigga I'm tryna
Tryna make everyday a holiday for all of my niggas
Don't play 'cause hollow tips inside this K will leave 'em
Had to crop 'em out ain't nobody fake
All my niggas on that snake shit baby, we some slimey lil niggas
And you could roll my blunt but just don't pass me no liquor
I'm off this sprite and wockhardt, that's one hell of a mixture
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Writer(s): Devaughn Jackson
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