If I lost it all, I'd run it up again
If I lost it all, I'd run it up again
No, I don't got time to waste, I don't like makin' friends
If I say what's on my mind, then I'm gon' lose my head
That's why I just keep my head down while I'm stackin' up this bread
I guess you could say what you want, but I've been in my bag
I saw the tears up in my mom's eyes and that shit made me crash
That shit made me lag, lil bro going out sad (nah nah)
Claimin' that you really with it, I know that shit cap (nah nah)
Could see that you ain't getting spinach, ima take a step back
Why bro writing verses? kick him off the track
Yea my rhymes dispersing, I'm never on lack
And I don't got no time, cause I gotta make plays
Oh yeah, you got rugers, but do you get pape'?
Oh yeah, you got shooters, but do they get paid?
You hangin' with losers I'm bout to go psycho
I'ma aim his ass up, let's just see where the sight go
Got me feelin' like Michael, the way cut I cut this shit up
Damn, I just hopped out the back of the big ol' Suburban
No this shit ain't luck
Damn, I'm so high im in traffic, I don't know if I'm swervin
But I can't give a f*ck, I'm goin' 120 while I'm switchin' lanes
Yall clone ass muf*ckas been sounding the same
Im runnin' this shit, yeah I made my own wave
Bitch, I'm a Stunna! I'm doin' my thang
If I lost it all, I'd run it up again
No, I don't got time to waste, I don't like makin' friends
If I say what's on my mind, then I'm gon' lose my head
That's why I just keep my head down while I'm stackin' up this bread