I gotta spin again, cause I think I missed him
We hop out with them Gens, make his ass a victim
Pop a RP this a ten it fuck with my mental
You cross that line that's overkill, Boy they gone come and get you
I hold my own the most these niggas need attention
I'm 19 with my head on like i'm fucking 60
Pour up four lines i'm with my dawg, and both his Glocks' is twinning
Look in his eyes I see his pain and why he keep his distance
Told me that she love me now my head hurt
Hate how they did bro but it's all good we got they friend worse
Homies turn to snakes soon as they find out what yo head worth
But we all bleed the same
We just gone see who end up dead first
Mind on a million, palms itching
Mind racing, time ticking
I can't treat it like a race if i been winning
I can't treat it like a loss if i ain't never gain none from the beginning
They say its love well they pretending
Can't trust that bitch I know she don't got good intentions
Can't trust that nigga I know he got bad intentions
Bitch saw me posted up with banks and now she miss me
Man
I gotta spin again, cause I think I missed him
We hop out with them Gens, make his ass a victim
Pop a RP this a ten it fuck with my mental
You cross that line that's overkill boy they gone come and get you
(I gotta spin again, cause I think I missed him)
(We hop out with them Gens, make his ass a victim)
(Pop a RP this a ten it fuck with my mental)
(You cross that line that's overkill, Boy they gone come and get you)