Kid Freddo
Grrrah
Ha, that's my grandma
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh-oh
Gunpowder soaked in my veins from that day we kicked that door
Left his brain in the street
But only God and my brothers know
I apologized to Jai for putting dick in these other hoes
They layin' law down my name for 10,000 dollars and a line of coke
I say up my prayers up to Allah
But it seem like shit won't change
Living life like it ain't no tomorrow
I'm married to the game
Pablo still hoping that Cardo bullets ain't got no names
I'ma fill up his trucks with hollows, since he think it's a game
Got so much hatred in my heart,
I can't respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I can't express myself
Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
Got so much hatred in my heart,
I can't respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I can't express myself
Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
Deeply in love with a bitch
I feel like only with me for the fame
I lost my cousin to this shit
Plus they got Leeky locked up in them chains
Metro police pulled me over, tryna see what color flag I bang
Last time I checked, we tote them TECs
I let that blicky bang (Bop, bop)
It's up with me, that's all the time
Lord, I got murder on my mind
He cross that line, I bust that iron
My feelings lost, it's hard to find
They call my phone, I press decline
Fast forward my life, then press rewind
Look at the clock, it never change
I might just go before my time
She sniffing coke, while her brother cookin' dope in the kitchen
Send a couple of shots at that two-door coupe that ain't got no ceiling
He tyna make him a killing
'Cause all they know is killing
I left my heart in the trenches, I really needed healing
They know I'm bound to get that check for sure
I'm ballin', you can check the score
I'm not saying I know it all
but I came here just to let you know
The Devil wear Prada
So I refuse to have respect for hoes
Three, five, roll my cigar up
Tell the opps that we want all the smoke
It's up with me, that's all the time
Bitch, I got murder on my mind
He cross that line, I bust that iron
They call my phone, I press decline
Look at the clock, it never change
They draw the chalk, when it's a crime
I might just go before my time
Got so much hatred in my heart,
I can't respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I can't express myself
Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
Got so much hatred in my heart,
I can't respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I can't express myself
Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Na-na-na-na-na
