Mmm For real Goin' through so much pain, can't even hide all this shit Done with that ho, so I drive test the bitch Told the lil' bitch get the fuck out, I vibe checked the bitch (Thanks, Yakree) You only fuckin' me, I don't lie check the bitch They can't fuck with me, niggas ain't ridin' for this shit R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this shit Had to close those folders I hit my knees and pray 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders Before they see my side, they'd rather go run a nigga over I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa Double R, no Range Rover With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure I know Rick watch my back just how Pluto, he got Zona I be havin' nightmares from all them nights down on the corner All the shit goin' in my head, I be ready to go in a coma Read it's good or bad, I ain't trippin' 'cause all this shit exposure They say the truth gon' stand and the fake gon' fall for anything I'm married to the trap, only thing I'm missing is a wedding ring Only thing I regret is the shit I said 'bout Teddy Pain I see why he left the city 'cause this shit right here bring heavy pain Everything I lost, I'ma double back for everything These niggas can't be bought, I ain't fear this shit when I was trappin' 'caine I ain't gotta prove no points, out here in the streets, got heavy stain Every time I hit the club, stripper vouch, I made it rain Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name Put in work 'bout all this shit, niggas know it ain't no game Plenty L's that I done took, niggas know I ain't no lame Niggas tryna box me out, niggas know how far I came Had to close those folders I hit my knees and pray 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders Before they see my side, they'd rather go run a nigga over I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa Double R, no Range Rover With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure Never seen so many street dudes take advice comin' from a cracker Why these niggas tryin' me? Niggas know lil' B get active Big homie say, "Don't tell your side of the story 'cause none of these niggas matter" Being quiet made me look guilty, but this shit just made me madder Real friends that I thought had my back, them niggas scattered, uh Niggas told me don't entertain it, but niggas full of laughter, huh Don't tell you what to do 'cause I see just what you rather Ayy, Yachty told me, "Pain come with healing, so close that chapter" I ain't never took a nigga down, niggas know that's a factor I'm rappin' 'bout that shit I'm doin', nigga, I ain't no rapper I'ma tell my niggas right or wrong just like a pastor Told the crackers I stole that car, they switched my word, this shit a disaster Sometimes I be askin' why I feel like the bad apple This shit be heavy on my mind, shit be heavy on my bladder That other nigga can't tell you shit I said, put him in a slammer Forever standin' real nigga, you can double back and ask 'em Had to close those folders I hit my knees and pray 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders Before they see my side, they'd rather go run a nigga over I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa Double R, no Range Rover With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure