S2

You know nowadays everybody liabilities, they told me, "Pick a side", I said, "I'm rocking with myself, you dig what I'm sayin'?"
You know, I know shit get confidential, that's the main reason I ain't tripping
My intentions was to do what I did 'cause when I did what I did I was gon' get the results to see who's really with me
And it all bow down, shit, everybody turn they back on me
Ayy, any time they ask how I'm doing
Shit, I tell 'em I'm cope aesthetic

Hey, if he bustdowns, he cut your poles, he locked for mails (Baow)
I can't be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that's realer (Realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar
They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (Grrah)
Nine, nine to ten, we got them choppers out
Sticks inside the whip, tell bro, "Show down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Younging, you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)

Four hundred thousand for the tennis chain (Tennis chain)
I'm tryna wash the Perkies down and mix with lemonade
This shit I'm spitting way too gangster, they still don't understand
Finantially showing your skirt, they still not mentalize
Ayy, a little soul just like mentality
Man on my head, I know they react in me (Uh, uh)
Reverse they block and under the curb (Skrrt), we let off shots soon as the addy in me (Skrrt)
They tryna break down what I built, it took a mil' to make this masterpiece
I hit your line, pick up the phone 'cause in your homes, that's why I rap in geeked
Cops get behind us, hide my chrome inside your purse, make sure it's best with heat
Friendly of mind of my own, I found the plug where the best for cheap
I'm in your yard, come riding low-key, can you explain why you still letting me?
I'm still that one from shit back home, so I can't leave unless I grab the heat
Still sending green gods to the prison, I'm in my feelings 'bout my dawg in that slammer
He put a green night on the Glizzy thirty, repitition what we standing on
And this a house act in the kitchen, whipping with that arm and hammer
I still got one foot in the trenches, with the quickness dressing Camel
This codeine fucking up my kidneys, damn near running outta stamina
Whole time my name on your lil' titty, if they ask, say you a fan of me
I wrap my flag around the Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips
I think my soul back from the 60s, reason they not understanding me

Hey, if he bustdowns, he cut your poles, he locked for mails (Baow)
I can't be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that's realer (Realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar
They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (Grrah)
Nine, nine to ten, we got them choppers out
Sticks inside the whip, tell bro, "Show down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Younging, you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)