I don't know why I feel like I'm losing it No choice, but shorty keep choosing it
No point, but I feel like I'm proving it gave her love, but she kept on abusing it
Seen the signs, but I kept on excusing it Seen the signs, but I kept on refusing it
Keep on thinking, like, why would you do this shit
Say she love me, she know I ain't new to this In the trenches, they know I ain't new to this
Mattyblu, he a shooter like Viacom
And shout out to Hitbacc, he got two assists Gotta calm Quez down, he a lunatic
Southside, Chucc Xerry, I'm too legit
Cro got so many shots, don't know who to hit He keep spinning the block, don't know who to get
And free blocc out the county, he cooling it
Southside ain't trying to recruit Like draft day, put in some work, and now you the pick
Cause you iced out your wrist, you think you the shit
Man, stop faking, these niggas know you a bitch
I know I been gone for a while But I promise I'm back and I'm better
Used to carry that strap, yeah, that metal No cap, and these niggas be jealous
Cro gon' empty , that strap if I tell him, It don't matter, the block or the music
It's a fact that they know I'm a seller I put Calvin Klein on my sweater
I was off of a perk when I met her Shawty cold, she changing the weather
And that, had to get it together
I used to send her them letters When I used to leave her a message
Used to call, they prayed I accepted,It's a call, yeah
She trying to teach me a lesson She trying to keep her confession
She want me to keep my suggestions I told her I'd think we should slide
But of course, these just my suggestions And I got a shorty from Texas
Like Dallas, these bitches gon' text us, I roll with the gang like the Nexus
Just to see them alive is a blessing Got real street ties with the reverend
We just tryna shake off the devil Man, they fakin', they not on my level
Say she dig it, then go get the shovel, ayy I pop my shit like Ketel, ice on my wrist
But this shit ain't melting, ayy They know I ball like a celtic
Check out these niggas, they helpless, Y'all niggas doing that talking
But y'all niggas need to be preppin' Cause I'm finna drop in a second
You know it's finna get hectic
You know it's finna get hectic
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I don't know why I feel like I'm losing it No choice, but shorty keep choosing it
No point, but I feel like I'm proving it gave her love, but she kept on abusing it
Seen the signs, but I kept on excusing it Seen the signs, but I kept on refusing it
Keep on thinking, like, why would you do this shit
Say she love me, she know I ain't new to this In the trenches, they know I ain't new to this
Mattyblu, he a shooter like Viacom
And shout out to Hitbacc, he got two assists Gotta calm Quez down, he a lunatic
Southside, Chucc Xerry, I'm too legit
Cro got so many shots, don't know who to hit He keep spinning the block, don't know who to get
And free blocc out the county, he cooling it
Southside ain't trying to recruit Like draft day, put in some work, and now you the pick
Cause you iced out your wrist, you think you the shit
Man, stop faking, these niggas know you a bitch
I know I been gone for a while But I promise I'm back and I'm better
Used to carry that strap, yeah, that metal No cap, and these niggas be jealous
Cro gon' empty , that strap if I tell him, It don't matter, the block or the music
It's a fact that they know I'm a seller I put Calvin Klein on my sweater
I was off of a perk when I met her Shawty cold, she changing the weather
And that, had to get it together
I used to send her them letters When I used to leave her a message
Used to call, they prayed I accepted,It's a call, yeah
She trying to teach me a lesson She trying to keep her confession
She want me to keep my suggestions I told her I'd think we should slide
But of course, these just my suggestions And I got a shorty from Texas
Like Dallas, these bitches gon' text us, I roll with the gang like the Nexus
Just to see them alive is a blessing Got real street ties with the reverend
We just tryna shake off the devil Man, they fakin', they not on my level
Say she dig it, then go get the shovel, ayy I pop my shit like Ketel, ice on my wrist
But this shit ain't melting, ayy They know I ball like a celtic
Check out these niggas, they helpless, Y'all niggas doing that talking
But y'all niggas need to be preppin' Cause I'm finna drop in a second
You know it's finna get hectic
You know it's finna get hectic
No point, but I feel like I'm proving it gave her love, but she kept on abusing it
Seen the signs, but I kept on excusing it Seen the signs, but I kept on refusing it
Keep on thinking, like, why would you do this shit
Say she love me, she know I ain't new to this In the trenches, they know I ain't new to this
Mattyblu, he a shooter like Viacom
And shout out to Hitbacc, he got two assists Gotta calm Quez down, he a lunatic
Southside, Chucc Xerry, I'm too legit
Cro got so many shots, don't know who to hit He keep spinning the block, don't know who to get
And free blocc out the county, he cooling it
Southside ain't trying to recruit Like draft day, put in some work, and now you the pick
Cause you iced out your wrist, you think you the shit
Man, stop faking, these niggas know you a bitch
I know I been gone for a while But I promise I'm back and I'm better
Used to carry that strap, yeah, that metal No cap, and these niggas be jealous
Cro gon' empty , that strap if I tell him, It don't matter, the block or the music
It's a fact that they know I'm a seller I put Calvin Klein on my sweater
I was off of a perk when I met her Shawty cold, she changing the weather
And that, had to get it together
I used to send her them letters When I used to leave her a message
Used to call, they prayed I accepted,It's a call, yeah
She trying to teach me a lesson She trying to keep her confession
She want me to keep my suggestions I told her I'd think we should slide
But of course, these just my suggestions And I got a shorty from Texas
Like Dallas, these bitches gon' text us, I roll with the gang like the Nexus
Just to see them alive is a blessing Got real street ties with the reverend
We just tryna shake off the devil Man, they fakin', they not on my level
Say she dig it, then go get the shovel, ayy I pop my shit like Ketel, ice on my wrist
But this shit ain't melting, ayy They know I ball like a celtic
Check out these niggas, they helpless, Y'all niggas doing that talking
But y'all niggas need to be preppin' Cause I'm finna drop in a second
You know it's finna get hectic
You know it's finna get hectic
Writer: Terrance Bryant
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