Vices

I got these vices in my, huh
I got these drugs up in my, huh

Yeah my soul done hurt, all the shit that I done told you
You say that you getting better, then go back to old you
Kickin' it back in the street for real, I keep that heat for real
My brothers bleed that's real, past time but can't stay still

My little shorty's comin' said they like the way I talk my talk
When I put it down, like the way I walk my walk
I can't shut it down, know they tryna block my block
They tryna see me now, but I think I lost my heart
Said we spray 'em, spray 'em, blood up in the city yeah
Walls comin' closer, yeah the ceiling got no feeling yeah
Yeah let's pop some, let's pop some, let's pop some get some more
Yeah let's drop some, let's drop some, my team already know, yeah

All of the shit that I really be hearin' I don't know where to steer
They tryna tell me does it sound good cause they know I got that ear
I just did like 140 inside the city ain't no cop in mirror
I just told up all my bitches ain't no worry ain't no fear
I just start that shit, ain't no stoppin' it, I just pop that shit
They've been tryna block me but they know they wanna see my shit
Common sense, yeah I know you got no common sense
Tryna block with it but you ain't on no block with it, nah nah
We got shots, we got shots and we gone load 'em out
Momma don't you worry, swear to god we'll figure it out
Make it pop, make it pop, all the voices in my head oh
I swear to god they want me dead

My little shorty's comin' said they like the way I talk my talk
When I put it down, like the way I walk my walk
I can't shut it down, know they tryna block my block
They tryna see me now, but I think I lost my heart
Said we spray 'em, spray 'em, blood up in the city yeah
Walls comin' closer, yeah the ceiling got no feeling yeah
Yeah let's pop some, let's pop some, let's pop some get some more
Yeah let's drop some, let's drop some, my team already know, yeah

All of the shit that I really be hearin' I don't know where to steer
They tryna tell me does it sound good cause they know I got that ear
I just did like 140 inside the city ain't no cop in mirror
I just told up all my bitches ain't no worry ain't no fear
I just start that shit, ain't no stoppin' it, I just pop that shit
They've been tryna block me but they know they wanna see my shit
Common sense, yeah I know you got no common sense
Tryna block with it but you ain't on no block with it, nah nah
We got shots, we got shots and we gone load 'em out
Momma don't you worry, swear to god we'll figure it out
Make it pop, make it pop, all the voices in my head oh
I swear to god they want me dead