Gone for you, you got me so, you got me so Gone for you, I'm gone
All in my thoughts, you got me so Gone for you, for you
You heatin' up, lavish?
You try and get somethin' done, don't post it on the internet
Can't trick them people without slayin' the fence, now I got good intellect
Once you press shit, post for evidence, they intercept
God forbid they get enough to come get gang and intersect
Been movin' more militant, cause I can't never come up short
Still ridin' around with felonies, cause I'm tryna turn me to a corpse
All them losses and their judgment, that shit turn me to a host
Similar to the one that's right there on that Porsche
You want me, that's a big trophy, I ain't gon' lie to you
Sharp teeth, we got that shit that's gon' fly through you
You still alive from hospital bed, family cryin' to you
My head is cuckoo, bum runs to room, try and slide to you
She ask me what's better than love, I told her loyalty
Ride for me when I ain't around, you ain't gotta spoil me
You ain't there for me when I'm down, but I need more
It's gon' feel better through endeavors when we struggle to get cheddar, not we royalty
Built it from the concrete, put my hustle over comfort, I cannot sleep
Go against the odds, fuck if the opp's deep
Runnin' down this bag to me and God made, I got it, then I flipped it
Lost it, made it back again
Rap got slow, had to go pick up my trap again
Swervin' on the highway, almost wrapped the Benz
Life's a bitch and they hate to see a bastard win
It's easy to catch a opp, but it ain't easy to succeed
Ever needed so much help, you pray to God, got on your knees
It's like you climbin' up a wall to get to where the grass is green
And the wall taller than that B, tryna hold on, but you can't breathe
If I let go from where I'm at, gon' fall so hard that I'm a bleed
No one can catch me if I fall, so I'm gon' fight this shit like Creed
Shit on my dick now cause I'm lit, but once I'm not, that bitch gon' leave
That's why ain't nothin' that I love more than my mama and his cheese
They told me discipline and come right back, I told them copy
And tell you rich, that mean we broke, so nigga, I cannot sleep
Me and bro two up in this bitch, don't care if they come 9D
Ride with this Glock, run up this Guap until me and God meet
Fucked up that bag a hundred times cause I ain't never had it then
Rap wasn't cuttin' it, me and Mook out there sellin' crack again
Speed through this highway, we call life, I'm hopin' I don't crash again
Just make it count, cause when you die, ain't no comin' back again
Built it from the concrete, put my hustle over comfort, I cannot sleep
Go against the odds, fuck if the opp's deep
Runnin' down this bag till me and God meet, I got it then I flipped it
Lost it, made it back again, rap got slow, had to go pick up my trap again
Swervin' on the highway, almost wrapped the Benz
Life's a bitch and they hate to see a bastard win