What Do You Want Me To Say

(альбом: Seven 25 - 2019)

Homicide daily where I'm from, we get it popping
Be warring with them opposites and losing ain't no option
Either hating or they plotting
Remembered or forgotten
And bitches get nastier right after you take 'em shopping
Plug talk, I bring that translator and a scale
My wifey got the re-up, my mother she got the bail
Made a come up, took an L, I just took it all well
And you ain't getting money if that bitch dont want Chanel
She like Fendi, Louis, Prada
She ain't loyal she get nada
"You love it, you could leave it," that's just lessons from my father
No presidential Roley, just chopper that go "baracka"
Bad bitch, thank her mother, thank her father, thank her doctor
I do it for my city, I'm just praying niggas feel me
I know it's niggas hating that was praying that they killed me
Fuck them niggas plans up, off white van cut
JPay on the phone, this a couple homies jammed up

I know they want me dead
That's why I'm always riding with it
Caught me slipping that night, I won't forget it
Yeah we gon' get straight!
You can't knock me off my pivot
Reverse and put that money on your head
Leave a nigga for dead
Shots, shots, shots, shots fired
Walk down on you, shots fired
Money on your head, shots fired
What you want me to say?
What you want me to say?

Ambulance coming, they don't make it to him
Graveyards making room
Doctor gotta tell 'em people waiting in that waiting room
They panicking, some shit just be damaging, no answer then
Whoever you worship they ain't answering
Why these people staring up in Gucci? Where the management?
Cut a finger, save a arm, some niggas be cancerous
Pull up in that Cherokee, I'm Thor tryna hammer shit
Love the bitch to death but she scandalous
Need better time management
I pray to God I never slip again
Your enemies can have the same traits as your friends
You burning all them bridges, pray to God you can swim
You gon' burn up all them bridges, pray to God you can swim
I fucked her then I fell back
Loyal? How you tell that?
Pray I see them heavens dawg, swerving in this Hellcat
Life plus some other shit, he can't get a L back
Shots on them blocks, yellow cones where them shells at

I know they want me dead
That's why I'm always riding with it
Caught me slipping that night, I won't forget it
Yeah we gon' get straight!
You can't knock me off my pivot
Reverse and put that money on your head
Leave a nigga for dead
Shots, shots, shots, shots fired
Walk down on you, shots fired
Money on your head, shots fired
What you want me to say?
What you want me to say?