[Chorus]
And when that time come, I just wonder who ridin'?
Voices in my head and them voices want violence
Won't open up that door but the devil keep knockin' for me
No place to rest in my mind got me hidin' from peace
And when that time come, I just wonder who ridin'?
Voices in my head and them voices want violence
Won't open up that door but the devil keep knockin' for me
No place to rest in my mind got me hidin' from peace
[Verse 1]
Now you ain't really 'bout that life you niggas say y'all livin'
We the type to catch a body and go ask, "Who did it?"
Had a growth spurt overnight the way I pack this midget
By the way a nigga live this ain't no happy ending
And I ain't rollin' up no 'woods that ain't sweet aromatic
The way I break these bitches back you need some chiropractic
Dirty dog up in that oss spent a hour at it
And no I don't believe in sleep I just be power nappin'
If we can't find you, hit yo' house, yeah that's target practice
That nigga say he on my head he doin' more than actin'
I hear you speakin' on my name and boy you order static
You scared to tote yo' own strap so you quarterback it
And why you weird niggas juiced to have my sloppy seconds?
Why every pic you chickens post you bitches gotta edit?
Bitch you thirsty, two times you need cop a leverage
And if you dissin' on them songs you need to wear a weapon
Bitch!
And when that time come, I just wonder who ridin'?
Voices in my head and them voices want violence
Won't open up that door but the devil keep knockin' for me
No place to rest in my mind got me hidin' from peace
And when that time come, I just wonder who ridin'?
Voices in my head and them voices want violence
Won't open up that door but the devil keep knockin' for me
No place to rest in my mind got me hidin' from peace
[Verse 1]
Now you ain't really 'bout that life you niggas say y'all livin'
We the type to catch a body and go ask, "Who did it?"
Had a growth spurt overnight the way I pack this midget
By the way a nigga live this ain't no happy ending
And I ain't rollin' up no 'woods that ain't sweet aromatic
The way I break these bitches back you need some chiropractic
Dirty dog up in that oss spent a hour at it
And no I don't believe in sleep I just be power nappin'
If we can't find you, hit yo' house, yeah that's target practice
That nigga say he on my head he doin' more than actin'
I hear you speakin' on my name and boy you order static
You scared to tote yo' own strap so you quarterback it
And why you weird niggas juiced to have my sloppy seconds?
Why every pic you chickens post you bitches gotta edit?
Bitch you thirsty, two times you need cop a leverage
And if you dissin' on them songs you need to wear a weapon
Bitch!
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