Irregular

And I'm back on my bully can't go back to being a regular nigga it's no way I've been shit on niggas and running my bag you sleeping on me but it's okay She ain't wanna come suck me until I ran a check up now she got a friend that go both ways And they both tryna pull up tonight she just texted me and asked can I nut on her whole face But I can't cause I got me wife and I promised to her I was done wit my hoe ways I done got me some new paper came wit a few haters I can't go back to my old ways I just bust down the patic shit look like a glacier my Cuban link like the ice age I done gave her some dick now she can't stay away she be lurking and stalking on my page Gahhh Damnnn! Bring the bottles and bitches to my place We gone empty clip onna bitch if he dissing we better not catch em tonight ay I catch you at the light you ain't clutching it tight then it's gone be the end of yo life ay We gone hop out the car and get up close and personal my Hitta's do it the right way I don't care if you hating don't need you like me I don't let the internet hype me Rocking red bottom shit cost me 10 pairs of nikes Threw them shits on with my white T She said she wanna FaceTime me she wanna skype me Back then she ain't even like me I'm balling I'm crossing em up like I'm kyrie Kids wanna grow and be like me Yea they do! And the feds wanna come and indict me Cause we fucking the hood up we selling that shit that they like yea I'm talking that white thing You just focus on you while I focus on me I be in my own lane doing my thing If I give you my heart guard that shit wit yo life cause already been thru enough pain Fuck it tell I'm next ain't nobody else left I'm the only one doing the right thing Can't nobody compete how we fuck up the streets ain't nobody clique fucking wit my gang And they know that it's prophet it's no need for me to be begging for them to know my name I done seen niggas die I seen niggas get killed everyday that shit replay in my brain Shit left me wit trauma shit left a whole in my heart I put that on my momma When you make it they hate it so when I come back to the hood ima move like Obama Talking bullet proof trackhawks anyone looking suspicious gone die like osama I don't found me a way to the bag while these fuck niggas wanted to sit round and ponder Cause I need me a wraith wit the stars I couldn't see me in no mother fucking honda Give me time wit this rap shit one day I'm gone be on top of the whole fucking genre Bitch I'm on fire, feel like a monster, hot like a mother fucking sauna It ain't up for discussion we taking his life if he diss he ain't seeing no doctor Wait damn that's enough with the shooting and drama I just wanna get money and rock a few shows they tryna book me in Nevada And Im rocking the new Gucci gear wit the Prada's I like to mix my designers And I'm sonning you niggas like prophet the father I got the sauce like it's pasta Yea wait and I pull up wit Haitians and Rasta's And them niggas you scared of I call em my partners They gone pull up if it's problems Natm the Stamp I'm raw like no condom They like someone need to sign him I'm at the top they told me to get em like meek I said nigga I got em