Why the f*ck shit get so different?
I ain't never outside, 'less y'all tryna spin, and that's so serious
Shoot the windows, f*ck the Microsoft, y'all pictures gon' get printed
I done seen a lot of shit up in my past, thought it's some tension
But I know what they ain't representin'
Niggas hoes, I put that shit up on my soul, and I don't get it
Let it blow, the first nigga play up on my top, they ass gon' feel it
Like, let me know, like, what the f*ck you on, we gon' spin through and fix it
(Aye, nigga, for real, ah)
I'm 18, I had to change my game up
One thing bout it, Lil Bandx never snaked or never changed up
I was really homeless, nigga, you ain't felt that pain once
But you will never notice, cause a nigga really came up
On some other shit
She on some other shit
Would a youngin' be wrong if he f*cked round with another bitch?
Had to dump that blick, and ditch that hoe, and buy another stick
Jessie Owens, ran off on the plug, got another zip
Gang shit, on that lame shit, who you hang with?
Talkin' bout them pussy ass niggas that you came with
They could pull up too, I'll still be on that same shit
F*ck around, gon' feel that ARP, get yo' brain mixed
Po-Boy, yeah, that bitch gon' eat up like a Po-Boy
I'ma keep on stackin' till I'm drivin' in a Rolls Royce
Can't perform if I can't bring my Glock, won't do no show, boy
Had to come up, or I had to stay down, I had no choice
Why the f*ck shit get so different?
I ain't never outside, 'less y'all tryna spin, and that's so serious
Shoot the windows, f*ck the Microsoft, y'all pictures gon' get printed
I done seen a lot of shit up in my past, thought it's some tension
But I know what they ain't representin'
Niggas hoes, I put that shit up on my soul, and I don't get it
Let it blow, the first nigga play up on my top, they ass gon' feel it
Like, let me know, like, what the f*ck you on, we gon' spin through and fix it