[ Featuring Tvezo ]
Mama thought I was gone be playing sports
Instead on bond riding round with a strap and my pops asking me when I'm going to court
I'm thinking nessi was really the one but when I got locked up she ain't send no support
She up in school tryna be a real lawyer so she cut me off just off all the reports
Ain't want no criminal want her a dork
Baby I'm sorry ain't tryna be gangsta I been doing this before I hopped off the porch
Married a Glock 23 I was mad when the police had made us go get a divorce
I never wanted to learn bout the streets but when I was round eight think I kinda was forced
I met a girl from the Bronx ever since we stopped talking I swear I had hate for New York
It's 3am and I'm stuck in my thoughts
Crazy was young seeing bodies outlined so in middle school I never played with the chalk
Sometimes I look in the sky reminiscing bout all of the love ones I really then loss
Don't do the dissing a bag in the trenches a show you how much that he really then cost
Posting them shells but how many you tossed
Don't think my mama is gone ever get me
She think I'm riding with guns to be bad but no they want my head so I gotta keep 50
Auntie been gone for a really long time I be praying to god that she really do miss me
My ex keep on calling my phone cause she know I'm gone blow saying please don't forget me
Call every month asking can she get with me
Somebody save me
This girl really thought she could play me
I'm to quick really up off the hip if you touching my phone tryna act like you crazy
She ask do I cheat man it's maybe
Sometimes off the drank I be lazy
Better duck when I'm dumping the drac if you don't then yo casket gone be filled with daisy's
Mama thought I was gone be playing sports
Instead on bond riding round with a strap and my pops asking me when I'm going to court
I'm thinking nessi was really the one but when I got locked up she ain't send no support
She up in school tryna be a real lawyer so she cut me off just off all the reports
Ain't want no criminal want her a dork
Baby I'm sorry ain't tryna be gangsta I been doing this before I hopped off the porch
Married a Glock 23 I was mad when the police had made us go get a divorce
I never wanted to learn bout the streets but when I was round eight think I kinda was forced
I met a girl from the Bronx ever since we stopped talking I swear I had hate for New York
Don't need a bop telling me my schedule don't need a coach telling me where I be
Ask yo shorty bout Tvezo 2400 imma throw my B
I cannot trust a soul she telling me lies then leave it up to me
I take my dirty work elsewhere
If you tell you won't even breathe
Run away from reality off the radar I'm way far gone
Tryna contain my sanity and I feel I'm so far gone
Remember she saying she hate me I'm going to prove them all wrong
Lay in my own blood if I don't hear them sing my song
Say how I'm feelin but my lies gone
Hate when I'm feeling down I need my Mashia to cry on
My missing puzzle without you nobody to talk to man I probably would've end it
I asked God for love he gave me you I'm praying you can fix it
Mama thought I was gone be playing sports
Instead on bond riding round with a strap and my pops asking me when I'm going to court
I'm thinking nessi was really the one but when I got locked up she ain't send no support
She up in school tryna be a real lawyer so she cut me off just off all the reports
Ain't want no criminal want her a dork
Baby I'm sorry ain't tryna be gangsta I been doing this before I hopped off the porch
Married a Glock 23 I was mad when the police had made us go get a divorce
I never wanted to learn bout the streets but when I was round eight think I kinda was forced
I met a girl from the Bronx ever since we stopped talking I swear I had hate for New York
