Tragic
This is tragic
When you see the gang, this ain't magic
Pull up on the side, and let 'em have it
This an AR automatic
Boom
Paranoid with my rod
I'm in traffic
I'ma be like this 4L
I'ma savage
Tryna stay numb to the pain
This shit tragic
Bitch, don't play
Shit ain't a game
This ain't Madden
Been tryna figure out what they want with me
I know all my opps think bout doming me
When you talking, bitch, watch out how you raise your tone with me
Make sure I'm deep inside till my bones get weak
If you comin' with that fake shit
Then stay from out my face, bitch
I swear I hate that shit
And I just can't relate to that shit
I'm overwhelmed with this shit
And I just can't take this shit no more
Make me want to flash and pack my bags
And hit the gas and just go
Can't let you tempt me
You ain't ever shot shit
How you say you gon' step to me
Real niggas to the death of me
Don't ask how I do it
Been loyal to the recipe
Living in this fucked up world
Sometimes I wonder how would heaven be
If I go broke and I won't rest no more
No, I'll never sleep
Paranoid with my rod
I'm in traffic
I'ma be like this 4L
I'ma savage
Tryna stay numb to the pain
This shit tragic
Bitch, don't play
Shit ain't a game
This ain't Madden
Been tryna figure out what they want with me
I know all my opps think 'bout doming me
When you talking, bitch, watch how you raise your tone with me
Make sure I'm deep inside till my bones get weak
When you see the gang, this ain't magic
Pull up on the side, and let 'em have it
This an AR automatic
Boom
Paranoid with my rod
I'm in traffic
I'ma be like this 4L
I'ma savage
Tryna stay numb to the pain
This shit tragic
Bitch, don't play
Shit ain't a game
This ain't Madden
Been tryna figure out what they want with me
I know all my opps think bout doming me
When you talking, bitch, watch out how you raise your tone with me
Make sure I'm deep inside till my bones get weak
If you comin' with that fake shit
Then stay from out my face, bitch
I swear I hate that shit
And I just can't relate to that shit
I'm overwhelmed with this shit
And I just can't take this shit no more
Make me want to flash and pack my bags
And hit the gas and just go
Can't let you tempt me
You ain't ever shot shit
How you say you gon' step to me
Real niggas to the death of me
Don't ask how I do it
Been loyal to the recipe
Living in this fucked up world
Sometimes I wonder how would heaven be
If I go broke and I won't rest no more
No, I'll never sleep
Paranoid with my rod
I'm in traffic
I'ma be like this 4L
I'ma savage
Tryna stay numb to the pain
This shit tragic
Bitch, don't play
Shit ain't a game
This ain't Madden
Been tryna figure out what they want with me
I know all my opps think 'bout doming me
When you talking, bitch, watch how you raise your tone with me
Make sure I'm deep inside till my bones get weak
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Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton
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