Tough Stuff
Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up
Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust
Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up
Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush
Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up
Noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff
Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us
He just dropped his head then salute, that's some tough stuff
Bars like my motherfuckin hometown xan heads
Bitches pushing weight, out here tryna keep their man fed
Laughing off the people talking shit, I know their plans dead
Bunch of fucking losers, bring the shooters, I ain't scared yet
Fucking around and buzzing off shit, I ain't plan to
Never put your trust in a bitch, who can't stand you
All the homies coming equipped, with black handles
Attached to that thing on their hip, that might blam you
Twelve o'clock noon, getting high in my bedroom
Tryna understand, why I really feel I'll be dead soon
Writing down my thoughts just like my therapist said too
Scribbling away my problems, but goddammit there's several
Babbling, my tenacity, actually picked up gradually
Most of me's cool with half of me
Having dreams still of capping me
Mentally been a masterpiece, physically feel like tragedy
I'll Die alone and live the same, you couldn't handle Zackary
Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up
Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust
Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up
Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush
Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up
noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff
Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us
He just dropped his head then salute,
that's some tough stuff
Dude acting tough, told that bitch pipe down,
Nah mfer like put the pipe down
Got him all in his feels and he wanna fight now
Told that pussy pull up, but that ain't his lifestyle
They wanna be the man, until it's time to get busy
I even heard they gotta plan, talking bout they're coming to get me
I walked up, but they ran, fucking scattering quickly
And if those bastards take the stand, I guess I'm switching up cities
Cocaine all inside of the whip, go head sniff some
Bitches always talking bout some shit, looking big dumb
Pulled up, aim from the hip, both clips done
Hoe, guess it is what it is, won't miss none
Can always see it coming, get them knots inside stomach
And I one to just pretend like my intuition is bluffing
Only keep a couple friends, cause most these people, can't trust em
Ain't no chance to make amends, I'll end your shit right in public
Bitch you think you hard, I'mma have to call your momma up
Sent me your location, she was fiending, threw a pound at her
Let her hear the sounds of 100 rounds, all different caliber
Mentioned that it's done, he meeting Jesus, but I'm proud of her
Now that right there is what would probably happen
If I give into mediocrity and retired from rapping
Trapped inside a state of mind, most people couldn't imagine
Write it down inside some lines to keep the feelings from passing
Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up
Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust
Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up
Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush
Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up
Noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff
Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us
He just dropped his head then salute, that's some tough stuff
Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust
Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up
Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush
Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up
Noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff
Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us
He just dropped his head then salute, that's some tough stuff
Bars like my motherfuckin hometown xan heads
Bitches pushing weight, out here tryna keep their man fed
Laughing off the people talking shit, I know their plans dead
Bunch of fucking losers, bring the shooters, I ain't scared yet
Fucking around and buzzing off shit, I ain't plan to
Never put your trust in a bitch, who can't stand you
All the homies coming equipped, with black handles
Attached to that thing on their hip, that might blam you
Twelve o'clock noon, getting high in my bedroom
Tryna understand, why I really feel I'll be dead soon
Writing down my thoughts just like my therapist said too
Scribbling away my problems, but goddammit there's several
Babbling, my tenacity, actually picked up gradually
Most of me's cool with half of me
Having dreams still of capping me
Mentally been a masterpiece, physically feel like tragedy
I'll Die alone and live the same, you couldn't handle Zackary
Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up
Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust
Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up
Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush
Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up
noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff
Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us
He just dropped his head then salute,
that's some tough stuff
Dude acting tough, told that bitch pipe down,
Nah mfer like put the pipe down
Got him all in his feels and he wanna fight now
Told that pussy pull up, but that ain't his lifestyle
They wanna be the man, until it's time to get busy
I even heard they gotta plan, talking bout they're coming to get me
I walked up, but they ran, fucking scattering quickly
And if those bastards take the stand, I guess I'm switching up cities
Cocaine all inside of the whip, go head sniff some
Bitches always talking bout some shit, looking big dumb
Pulled up, aim from the hip, both clips done
Hoe, guess it is what it is, won't miss none
Can always see it coming, get them knots inside stomach
And I one to just pretend like my intuition is bluffing
Only keep a couple friends, cause most these people, can't trust em
Ain't no chance to make amends, I'll end your shit right in public
Bitch you think you hard, I'mma have to call your momma up
Sent me your location, she was fiending, threw a pound at her
Let her hear the sounds of 100 rounds, all different caliber
Mentioned that it's done, he meeting Jesus, but I'm proud of her
Now that right there is what would probably happen
If I give into mediocrity and retired from rapping
Trapped inside a state of mind, most people couldn't imagine
Write it down inside some lines to keep the feelings from passing
Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up
Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust
Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up
Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush
Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up
Noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff
Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us
He just dropped his head then salute, that's some tough stuff
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Writer(s): Zackary Bone
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