Where It All Went Wrong
Like if these niggas don't fuck with my shit
They don't fuck with our shit
It's fuck them and it's fuck they shit
You know what I'm saying?
That's just how it is
I ain't fucking with none of these niggas
Just my niggas
This that shit that make em want to turn they speakers up
Go back to the trap make sure my niggas got they heaters tucked
Cuzzo busting zaps up out the pound but he ain't eating much
I take a flight to Cali I touch down and send in P's of Runtz
Remember I was down with nobody around to help me up
Now I fly to Vegas just to hit the table with some bucks
They thought I was lazy in first place I make them eat my dust
Came a ways from posting outside vacants waiting on them clucks
I'll never go back to that
Gotta Show mama I can get rapper checks
She can get all them Louis and Prada bags
She can get what she want she don't gotta ask
Reminisce to them days when them niggas laughed at me
They ain't think I would go get the racks
Gotta stack it and flip it and make it add
See the looks on they face know them niggas mad
First it had me nervous
Piss on your hands we ain't got no bleach
I was dumbfounded
Piss on my hands what the fuck you mean
Washing off gunpowder
We just did some shit we ain't supposed to see
Got our souls tainted
If we ain't do it they would've did it to me
Don't judge what you don't know
I got homies doing fifty years ghetto tears I done cried the most
I done seen some ghost
Waking up outta my sleep
Preacher preach
I decide to listen one day
Still sinning always
Know I gotta get paid
Tryna feed my baby
Live like a bay bay
Since I seen Bébé's Kids
But my life no movie
Live life like movies
Living life like a movie
My mama a trip to this day if she knew what I spent on this Ksubi
My rent ain't paid and my car note is late but somehow a nigga keep moving
Poppin percs for the pain when it kick in then a nigga start grooving
Imma go out with a bang
If I see Bang no guarantee that I won't shoot him
Too busy winning ain't planning on losing
I need an m for my niggas that's stuck in the pen anything less I'm refusing
On they block spinning again, we want em dead
Just so it ain't no confusion
When I pull up in that Lamb with the flooded Cuban they be like look at his jewelry
When I pull up in that phantom
They pull out cameras
I know these bitches be choosing
My oppositions off the dems, they snoozing
Me, I'm hanging out the window with Uzi's
Me, I'm riding in the rental with my nigga Dizzle and we just went got us a cutie
And the clip long as a limo
I got the extendo so we can keep shooting this movie
And the film keep rolling pull off
We back in motion
What you want for your life here a token
We can bargain for it or we can take it
Either way it's going
On the e-way soaring
One thirty in a hurry to get to my destination cause I'm horny
I was think about you, daydreaming about you
While jamming, jugging getting money
I was facetimeing Jai tellin him we need to get to the studio now
I been roaming ah roaming around
I might roll up and smoke out the pound
All these murders ridiculous
Won't turn to a victim
We gunning them dead fuckers down
Gunning em down!
Gunning em down
With these hollow tips I'm running em down
Nobody left so we just running the town
I need me a place to lay
I shoot to LA and hide somewhere out in the mountains
When I'm with my nigga Kane he give me a banger cause he know what I'm about
I don't even gotta aim, these bullets got names
I'm just completing the routes
Niggas really think I needed them Only thing I ever needed was to keep the count
All these Bitches think I'm leaving them, only thing I'm ever leaving is bigger amounts
Niggas really think they beating me only thing they can beat me in is running they mouths
Any nigga think he see me
The only time niggas can see me is when I'm pronounced dead
Till then I'll be stuck in the trap with my niggas
We juggin them ounces
You a snake can't relate
You filled up with hate, don't know nothing about this
I'm the same I remain on top of my game, If niggas around then
They my gang they ain't change
I found my own lane and then I jumped out it
Yea
Waddup Bro
Smoke
They don't fuck with our shit
It's fuck them and it's fuck they shit
You know what I'm saying?
That's just how it is
I ain't fucking with none of these niggas
Just my niggas
This that shit that make em want to turn they speakers up
Go back to the trap make sure my niggas got they heaters tucked
Cuzzo busting zaps up out the pound but he ain't eating much
I take a flight to Cali I touch down and send in P's of Runtz
Remember I was down with nobody around to help me up
Now I fly to Vegas just to hit the table with some bucks
They thought I was lazy in first place I make them eat my dust
Came a ways from posting outside vacants waiting on them clucks
I'll never go back to that
Gotta Show mama I can get rapper checks
She can get all them Louis and Prada bags
She can get what she want she don't gotta ask
Reminisce to them days when them niggas laughed at me
They ain't think I would go get the racks
Gotta stack it and flip it and make it add
See the looks on they face know them niggas mad
First it had me nervous
Piss on your hands we ain't got no bleach
I was dumbfounded
Piss on my hands what the fuck you mean
Washing off gunpowder
We just did some shit we ain't supposed to see
Got our souls tainted
If we ain't do it they would've did it to me
Don't judge what you don't know
I got homies doing fifty years ghetto tears I done cried the most
I done seen some ghost
Waking up outta my sleep
Preacher preach
I decide to listen one day
Still sinning always
Know I gotta get paid
Tryna feed my baby
Live like a bay bay
Since I seen Bébé's Kids
But my life no movie
Live life like movies
Living life like a movie
My mama a trip to this day if she knew what I spent on this Ksubi
My rent ain't paid and my car note is late but somehow a nigga keep moving
Poppin percs for the pain when it kick in then a nigga start grooving
Imma go out with a bang
If I see Bang no guarantee that I won't shoot him
Too busy winning ain't planning on losing
I need an m for my niggas that's stuck in the pen anything less I'm refusing
On they block spinning again, we want em dead
Just so it ain't no confusion
When I pull up in that Lamb with the flooded Cuban they be like look at his jewelry
When I pull up in that phantom
They pull out cameras
I know these bitches be choosing
My oppositions off the dems, they snoozing
Me, I'm hanging out the window with Uzi's
Me, I'm riding in the rental with my nigga Dizzle and we just went got us a cutie
And the clip long as a limo
I got the extendo so we can keep shooting this movie
And the film keep rolling pull off
We back in motion
What you want for your life here a token
We can bargain for it or we can take it
Either way it's going
On the e-way soaring
One thirty in a hurry to get to my destination cause I'm horny
I was think about you, daydreaming about you
While jamming, jugging getting money
I was facetimeing Jai tellin him we need to get to the studio now
I been roaming ah roaming around
I might roll up and smoke out the pound
All these murders ridiculous
Won't turn to a victim
We gunning them dead fuckers down
Gunning em down!
Gunning em down
With these hollow tips I'm running em down
Nobody left so we just running the town
I need me a place to lay
I shoot to LA and hide somewhere out in the mountains
When I'm with my nigga Kane he give me a banger cause he know what I'm about
I don't even gotta aim, these bullets got names
I'm just completing the routes
Niggas really think I needed them Only thing I ever needed was to keep the count
All these Bitches think I'm leaving them, only thing I'm ever leaving is bigger amounts
Niggas really think they beating me only thing they can beat me in is running they mouths
Any nigga think he see me
The only time niggas can see me is when I'm pronounced dead
Till then I'll be stuck in the trap with my niggas
We juggin them ounces
You a snake can't relate
You filled up with hate, don't know nothing about this
I'm the same I remain on top of my game, If niggas around then
They my gang they ain't change
I found my own lane and then I jumped out it
Yea
Waddup Bro
Smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Jai Blackshear-bryant
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