Bullseye

Four niggas sleep in my crib that's a trap for real
With my brothers and I swear I love em
And I'll never ever turn my back on them
I remember when the pack was stems
That was back when a nigga crashed on the dems
Member when the cash was thin
That was back when I wish I had just a M
I gotta go get it fast
Know my momma been waiting to get the bag
She told me to be patient
I'm smoking gas
Even though that she hate it and think it's bad
Still stuck in the matrix can't go out sad
When I blow out the vapors think bout my dad
Naw I ain't finna get into none of that
Rather save all of my feelings for other tracks
Know them niggas you wit they gon really rat
See you toting them sticks is it really that
Heard you hitting them licks
Did you really crack
Everything that I spit it be fucking facts
I'm finna ball that's my word
Yo girl on my dick
She be pissed she ain't getting that
I don't fuck with the bitch
You can get her back
I ain't never been one to go tit for tat

My nigga I know you ain't
I know you ain't done
That shit
I know you ain't done

Hell naw
Had to make a quick play on the flip phone
Tryna get out the game
So I'm rapping my pain
Get away from the J's
Leave me hell lone
Even though I'm on earth it is hell on
Will I make it to heaven or headstone
I been praying to God cause we need him
Savage be riding tinted five wit pounds in a Beamer
I be chillin with my rounds
Smoking out the ounce
Made promises I gotta keep em
Owe my mama a new house
New whip for my spouse
Ballin out like we never seen a drought
Stallin out
All these niggas who was dissin
Calling out
All they do is run they mouth

Like
This nigga fucking crazy
I don't even know what's going on

Elevation
Outta my mind
Premeditated
I gotta grind no seconds wasted
Running out of time
No hesitating
Look at how I rhyme
It's never basic
Look at how I glide
I'm levitating
Demons on my side
Can never shake me
I got way too much pride
Can never break me
Niggas full of them lies
So why they hate me
I stay strapped with a nine
Won't let em take me
Momma still want me up out the streets
As of lately this been the way I can eat
Cause niggas still ain't paying me for the features
If you ain't my mans
Ain't nothin free
Cause I need them bands in front of me
Yeah I'm taking the stand
I'm finna preach
If you wasn't a grand before the bling
You don't look like a man
More like a leach
We still pull up in vans
Choppa come in hand
Niggas think its stopping
It's fuck what they saying
All them bodies dropping
You hear that they spraying
Brodie let it rock
Like he drum in a band
And I might drop the top if I cop me a benz
If I'm going shopping take all of my friends
For nights that we starved won't do that again
This joint hittin hard
I'm losing my wind
Shoot for the stars
Cause I gotta win
How many tapes
How many songs
How many bars do I gotta give
How many percs
How much drank
How many gars do I gotta peel
All of the hate
All of the scrapes
How many scars do I gotta heal
Niggas be fake
I can't relate
All that my squad know is real
Ain't no debate
Imma be great
Know that my dogs they gon kill
All of the snakes
I gotta shake
Gotta get far away from here
Know I got what it takes
Until I can't
I'm what y'all niggas fear
So gimme some space and meet me at the gates for all my dogs who ain't here

Well I guess
You got any last words

I got the recipe
I can't let these niggas get out ahead of me
Never let em think that they got the best of me
I'm just focusing on being a better me
Tell my shorty that I'm sick of the lecturing
Then told her imma dip if it ain't no pleasuring
With this rapping shit ain't nobody next to me
Feel like it ain't nobody out here testing me
Still Brodie toting even if he got felonies
So I'm a hold it if they throw on the cherry beams
And its golden
They ain't notice I switched up the flow just to go get the cash though
Promised Mama to go get the bag
So I gotta go get it and make sure to stack dough
Better than half of these niggas that rap
So I really don't even have reason to brag though
Put me on any beat and it's tag toe
It ain't important who hot
It just matter who lasts bro
Gang
Bullseye