Sporadic
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
He feeding lies
Now I'm supposed to eat it
He created that demon up inside
Don't care bout how you view me
Cause I look good in mama's eyes
Last nigga tried us
Man that nigga almost died
Drown my feelings in a cup while my heart it sit on ice
It was a gamble everyday but I ain't have no dice
Before you go telling get your answers fucking right
I could be Ray Charles and it would still be on sight
Never need a gun it was instilled in me to fight
To know how to survive
Bitches popping coochie and it ain't even a prize
Until that bitch say you the father now your eyes wide
Looking real surprised
Thought my dawg turned gay he said he got homo side
He meant Homicide
Right in the driver seat I watched my homie fucking die
It left me with the pain and left me traumatized
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
He feeding lies
Now i'm supposed to eat it
He created that demon up inside
Don't care bout how you view me
Cause I look good in mama's eyes
Last nigga tried us
Man that nigga almost died
Like a ship anchor baby
I need you to hold me down
You ain't tell me back then
Well baby don't tell me now
Thought you was my farris-wheel
But you never came around
You bought me a shovel
And buried my heart up in the ground
No you not my homie
All you niggas fake
Thought you was my dawg
But you turned snake
Pass these hoes to the team I feel like Magic
Jit you better fucking wrap it or you gone have it
How you serving an ounce now you trapping
Getting money since 2017 still stacking
Didn't park the wheels forward
So I had to back in
Dick slipped out her coochie
So I put it back in
Brother fronted me work
He get it on the backend
Only niggas riding with me
The ones who done patched in
Feeling like Roddy
In the middle I keep them racks in
He feeding lies
Now I'm supposed to eat it
He created that demon up inside
Don't care bout how you view me
Cause I look good in mama's eyes
Last nigga tried us
Man that nigga almost died
Drown my feelings in a cup while my heart it sit on ice
It was a gamble everyday but I ain't have no dice
Before you go telling get your answers fucking right
I could be Ray Charles and it would still be on sight
Never need a gun it was instilled in me to fight
To know how to survive
Bitches popping coochie and it ain't even a prize
Until that bitch say you the father now your eyes wide
Looking real surprised
Thought my dawg turned gay he said he got homo side
He meant Homicide
Right in the driver seat I watched my homie fucking die
It left me with the pain and left me traumatized
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
He feeding lies
Now i'm supposed to eat it
He created that demon up inside
Don't care bout how you view me
Cause I look good in mama's eyes
Last nigga tried us
Man that nigga almost died
Like a ship anchor baby
I need you to hold me down
You ain't tell me back then
Well baby don't tell me now
Thought you was my farris-wheel
But you never came around
You bought me a shovel
And buried my heart up in the ground
No you not my homie
All you niggas fake
Thought you was my dawg
But you turned snake
Pass these hoes to the team I feel like Magic
Jit you better fucking wrap it or you gone have it
How you serving an ounce now you trapping
Getting money since 2017 still stacking
Didn't park the wheels forward
So I had to back in
Dick slipped out her coochie
So I put it back in
Brother fronted me work
He get it on the backend
Only niggas riding with me
The ones who done patched in
Feeling like Roddy
In the middle I keep them racks in
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Writer(s): Levester Hart
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