[ Featuring Lingo ]
Gates
Emotions caught, wellin' inside
Lotta compartmentalized trauma
I ain't never talked with you 'bout mine
Swear I'ma kill me a nigga mama
I ain't even talk, rrr, bitch dyin'
They sayin' hurt people hurt people
Bitch, I'm destroyed on the inside
Might look cool, calm, and collected, bitch, I go hard on the inside
Silly me believin' in a bitch nigga, these niggas fraud on the inside
Put some work own, pull your skirt down, these niggas broads on the inside
Huh, huh, huh
Cartier lenses, I don't get offended, I quickly remembered I'm walkin' up out it
Shit sentimental, no sense in pretendin', I'm no longer rockin' my Cartier watches
Cartier water, my Tiffany diamonds, now I don't even like the name that go with it
Before I go shoppin' or do any coppin', I want a nigga brain to go with it
Big Luca Brasi a big trending topic, I put that on Mazi that I'ma get with you
You know that it's floatin', I'm standin' on business
I get in they face and I hand 'em a fifty
You know I'm on ten when I stand in the trenches, internet, I keep a positive image
In the vicinity, I'm in attendance, you get in my presence, you know that it's tension
Took care of ho-ass niggas, helpin' broke-ass hoes wasn't even worth it
Speakin' on me, keep my name out your dick-sucker
Get off the 'Gram and commit you a murder
Know you ain't never been off in no gangster shit
Back up in rank and I'm back on my purpose
When I was with y'all, I was goin' in circles
You hang with a clown, you a part of the circus
I figured it out, I got back in my bag
Yellow caliper matchin' the 'Rari convertible
Hold up, yeah, I might've went over your head
I push a button and all of a sudden, the ceiling go over my head
You still live at home with your mother, ho
Go to your room and go get in your bed (right now)
You know I'm controllin' the gutter, you know that I'm thuggin'
I'm one of them men (yeah)
You know if I put you to sleep, tuck you in with a switch
You won't get up again (good night)
Look how they perpetrate a nigga image
Won't even tell the public where they get it (damn)
Imagine you taken away from your family
You guilty of charges you haven't committed (what the f*ck?)
Everyone else get a slap on the wrist
Every time you go in, it's a different facility
Emotions caught, wellin' inside
Lotta compartmentalized trauma
I ain't never talked with you 'bout mine
Swear I'ma kill me a nigga mama
I ain't even talk, rrr, bitch dyin'
They sayin' hurt people hurt people
Bitch, I'm destroyed on the inside
Man, you ain't no factor (uh-uh)
You don't get saluted by shooters and jackers (for real)
Respect be on heavy whenever you steppin'
And willin' to make an example (I kill)
Cutter mexicano, the Mexicans call, been recruited by people who matter
Call for shovel, come tell, I just went on and said it
I knew that you ain't understand it (Lingo, ayy, beep, beep)
Really get active (yeah), Bread Winner be on my jacket (yeah)
I don't listen to nothin' but Gates
I'm uppin' rank, you know that my daddy (you know that my daddy)
Remember when he used to want me to rap
But showed me how to unwrap it (showed me how to unwrap it)
Bread Winner, Major League Mafia boomin'
A lot of these niggas be actin' (a lot of these niggas be actin')
Tell 'em to speak on it
You know they missin' a lot of them factors (they missin')
You touchin' what we touchin'
Take off the glove thrn your fingers supposed to be ashy (good dope)
Brasi sent it, warehouse package delivered in pallets (ding-dong)
Just got off the horn with the Bread Winner don
He throw me the alley, I'm slammin' (NBA Jam)
Beacoupe bands, name ring, I don't post up on the 'Gram (uh-uh)
Post up in the trap, pray the weight could take these extra grams (it's large)
Love my swag, know I'm yeah (yeah), I don't really go nowhere (yeah)
Out of town shoppin', saw me park, my smoker pump the gas (let's do it)
Take my number, let me dap, no strings attached (for real), I'm 'bout to shag (yeah)
When the business gettin' handled, I be quick to cancel plans (yeah)
Say you still be thinkin' 'bout me, thank you, ma'am, no, thank you, ma'am (huh)
MetroPCS be jumpin', sales be bumpin' back to back (Lingo, Lingo, ayy)
I had everything took from me
I swear to God, the next nigga-
Next nigga play with me
I ain't got time to be chasin' you niggas down in the streets
You bitches hide good as a bitch
And talk good as a bitch
I'ma put your mama feet down, bitch, I'ma make you come outchea
Just come outchea
Get your gangster ass out my face and go get you a hat