She's callin me a bastard
Cause she thinks I'm cheatin now she's askin for the password
But I ain't a dickhead I ain't givin into petty games
I know where that life leads tears pourin like it's heavy rain
Bitches wanna be exclusive but they chat to every man
Sayin she's a Virgin but I know she f*ckin 20 man
I ain't tryna beg it I'm a treat her like she treats herself
I don't want that mouth baby girl you can leave my belt
Let me smoke this ammi I'ma be right back ere when i land
We ain't tryna rip you off around ere it's straight 10 a gram
Know a couple pussies sayin f*ck me I don't blame em though
I know it will burn em when they hear me on the radio
Nowadays feds movin aggy so I'm layin low
Had to do a runner dash the pack they ain't see it
Now my YG holdin the pack
Had a nitty up gossy gave him B now he holdin my strap
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
Me I'm cold like the ice subzero holdin the mic
I ain't up in the casino but I'm rollin the dice
And I'm closer to death can see the soul in my eyes
I'm steady holdin this flesh and controlling my mind
And my hearts on my sleeve
Me I sow what I reap
And I'm bleedin in deep
You can read it and weep
Or you can hear it and feel
All this pain that I've lived
All the Caine that I've flipped
All these pills all these trips
All the weed and the money that I've wasted
I hate this bullshit life but I still chase it
I'm dodgin feds I ain't into catchin cases
The witness in the room she tryna match the faces
You lose your shit then it's back to the basics
Before you hit em, first you strappin your laces
We hit the packs in the snow and the rain shift
You want that rari or the benz you gotta aim big
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches, they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches, they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
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She's callin me a bastard
Cause she thinks I'm cheatin now she's askin for the password
But I ain't a dickhead I ain't givin into petty games
I know where that life leads tears pourin like it's heavy rain
Bitches wanna be exclusive but they chat to every man
Sayin she's a Virgin but I know she f*ckin 20 man
I ain't tryna beg it I'm a treat her like she treats herself
I don't want that mouth baby girl you can leave my belt
Let me smoke this ammi I'ma be right back ere when i land
We ain't tryna rip you off around ere it's straight 10 a gram
Know a couple pussies sayin f*ck me I don't blame em though
I know it will burn em when they hear me on the radio
Nowadays feds movin aggy so I'm layin low
Had to do a runner dash the pack they ain't see it
Now my YG holdin the pack
Had a nitty up gossy gave him B now he holdin my strap
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
Me I'm cold like the ice subzero holdin the mic
I ain't up in the casino but I'm rollin the dice
And I'm closer to death can see the soul in my eyes
I'm steady holdin this flesh and controlling my mind
And my hearts on my sleeve
Me I sow what I reap
And I'm bleedin in deep
You can read it and weep
Or you can hear it and feel
All this pain that I've lived
All the Caine that I've flipped
All these pills all these trips
All the weed and the money that I've wasted
I hate this bullshit life but I still chase it
I'm dodgin feds I ain't into catchin cases
The witness in the room she tryna match the faces
You lose your shit then it's back to the basics
Before you hit em, first you strappin your laces
We hit the packs in the snow and the rain shift
You want that rari or the benz you gotta aim big
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches, they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches, they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
Cause she thinks I'm cheatin now she's askin for the password
But I ain't a dickhead I ain't givin into petty games
I know where that life leads tears pourin like it's heavy rain
Bitches wanna be exclusive but they chat to every man
Sayin she's a Virgin but I know she f*ckin 20 man
I ain't tryna beg it I'm a treat her like she treats herself
I don't want that mouth baby girl you can leave my belt
Let me smoke this ammi I'ma be right back ere when i land
We ain't tryna rip you off around ere it's straight 10 a gram
Know a couple pussies sayin f*ck me I don't blame em though
I know it will burn em when they hear me on the radio
Nowadays feds movin aggy so I'm layin low
Had to do a runner dash the pack they ain't see it
Now my YG holdin the pack
Had a nitty up gossy gave him B now he holdin my strap
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
Me I'm cold like the ice subzero holdin the mic
I ain't up in the casino but I'm rollin the dice
And I'm closer to death can see the soul in my eyes
I'm steady holdin this flesh and controlling my mind
And my hearts on my sleeve
Me I sow what I reap
And I'm bleedin in deep
You can read it and weep
Or you can hear it and feel
All this pain that I've lived
All the Caine that I've flipped
All these pills all these trips
All the weed and the money that I've wasted
I hate this bullshit life but I still chase it
I'm dodgin feds I ain't into catchin cases
The witness in the room she tryna match the faces
You lose your shit then it's back to the basics
Before you hit em, first you strappin your laces
We hit the packs in the snow and the rain shift
You want that rari or the benz you gotta aim big
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches, they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
I don't even answer the phone to these bitches, they be movin mad
I stay in these streets tryna get this cash cause these nitties usin mad
Gotta stay watch for the feds in the beemas they be cruisin past
You think you're winnin when you stuntin for some bitches but you're truly last
Writer: M Orlando
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