[Intro]
(Aloy)
(You know how the kids play)
Don't get caught inside that lifestyle, this shit is boring
Taking drugs all night and staying up 'til morning
Time passed, I moved in a house with a bitch named Morgan
Shot my shot, it backfired, now I think I love her
Mental illness from this money, she know I won't trust her
I cannot cut no ties with gang bill, keep it covered
Found myself in a hole that I just keep diggin'
Thuggin' so hard, I still don't see my vision
Wrote me a song, hopin' one day, you listen
Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen (Yeah)
We shot him, he still alive, he should've been spinned (Pussy)
Yeah
[Verse]
I ain't glorifyin' none of this gangster shit (Nah)
Everybody claim they gang until them fuckin' chains hit (Yeah)
I'm just stayin' out the way, I'm tryna make my name rich (For real)
Don't be fallin' out 'bout no money, 'cause we hit the same lick (For real)
Tryna mask my aggression (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I went through her phone, see who she textin' (Bitch)
You P, you should've kept it (Yeah)
I ain't trippin', I'm livin' lavish
Somewhere smokin' with a bad bitch
Don't disrespect, they'll give you a round of applause and go to clappin'
Dumpin' ashes on the Glock, big bro say he think I can kill everybody (Haha)
Pillow talkin' to me 'bout a bitch, what the fuck he say about him?
EBK, nigga, I don't give a fuck, I'll shoot at everybody (Rrr)
Touch a hundred G's, you niggas ain't never had no ten probably (Bitch-ass niggas)
Can't trust my bitch, I told her we ain't goin' steady, we poly (For real)
I made some profit off sellin' 'bows, but I'm switchin' to exotic
Ain't tryna kick it with you, nigga, I'ma call when I got it (Bitch, fuck wrong with you niggas? Yeah)
Don't nobody give a fuck if it ain't 'bout theyself (For real)
I passed out while gettin' drunk, I gotta watch my health (For real)
Here's five hundred on your Cash App, I fucked your hair up
Now keep on goin'
Snakes in my grass, don't even trip, brodie, I don't need to mow it
Niggas beef with us, they only have meet-ups when they at the morgue (For real)
Spendin' money on that bitch, you learned now she was never yours
It was your turn, look how that turned out
(Aloy)
(You know how the kids play)
Don't get caught inside that lifestyle, this shit is boring
Taking drugs all night and staying up 'til morning
Time passed, I moved in a house with a bitch named Morgan
Shot my shot, it backfired, now I think I love her
Mental illness from this money, she know I won't trust her
I cannot cut no ties with gang bill, keep it covered
Found myself in a hole that I just keep diggin'
Thuggin' so hard, I still don't see my vision
Wrote me a song, hopin' one day, you listen
Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen (Yeah)
We shot him, he still alive, he should've been spinned (Pussy)
Yeah
[Verse]
I ain't glorifyin' none of this gangster shit (Nah)
Everybody claim they gang until them fuckin' chains hit (Yeah)
I'm just stayin' out the way, I'm tryna make my name rich (For real)
Don't be fallin' out 'bout no money, 'cause we hit the same lick (For real)
Tryna mask my aggression (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I went through her phone, see who she textin' (Bitch)
You P, you should've kept it (Yeah)
I ain't trippin', I'm livin' lavish
Somewhere smokin' with a bad bitch
Don't disrespect, they'll give you a round of applause and go to clappin'
Dumpin' ashes on the Glock, big bro say he think I can kill everybody (Haha)
Pillow talkin' to me 'bout a bitch, what the fuck he say about him?
EBK, nigga, I don't give a fuck, I'll shoot at everybody (Rrr)
Touch a hundred G's, you niggas ain't never had no ten probably (Bitch-ass niggas)
Can't trust my bitch, I told her we ain't goin' steady, we poly (For real)
I made some profit off sellin' 'bows, but I'm switchin' to exotic
Ain't tryna kick it with you, nigga, I'ma call when I got it (Bitch, fuck wrong with you niggas? Yeah)
Don't nobody give a fuck if it ain't 'bout theyself (For real)
I passed out while gettin' drunk, I gotta watch my health (For real)
Here's five hundred on your Cash App, I fucked your hair up
Now keep on goin'
Snakes in my grass, don't even trip, brodie, I don't need to mow it
Niggas beef with us, they only have meet-ups when they at the morgue (For real)
Spendin' money on that bitch, you learned now she was never yours
It was your turn, look how that turned out
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