What’s your motives, ho?
I only trust these bitches ‘bout as far as I can throw ‘em
Tryna pay my mama's rent, figured that’s just what I owe her
I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller
Strolling easy down this narrow path, beefing with your scary ass
‘Preme got my little n***as cheesing off the cherry
And n***a that’s a great bunch, Papa Swamp is stomping with the skate fucks
Heavy-handing tracks until the day the fucking train comes
Raised up, when he ‘bout to speak the truth he ???
Peep the evening news, my n***a, we don’t do the same stuff
??? before I’m jogging 'round these bases
N***as' bitches need to change
Separated from my main one
It’s just another day, another n***a's bitch got face fucked
I’ve been like this since the Motorola RAZR
What a bastard that baby was, little mad n***a miss his dad, never praying much
Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch
Take the bus, take a n***a’s seat like he was paying for me
I got this n***a Dash with me, he sippin’ on some make-believe
I’m only happy when it’s static in the air, ‘cause the fair weather's fake to me
Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets
Dare a n***a to think he sweet
Never bitches, funny, boy you berries and you honey for the bears [?]
Run a n***a's pockets like some errands, make it hasty
Hope the sheriff keep away from me