Back On Evergreen

Feel like I'm back on Evergreen

Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking, "Where the clean?"

I come outside, it smell like gun smoke, another murder scene

Two **** with me, two choppers a piece for the **** wanna murder me

What the fuck you **** mean?

Burn they block up, third degree

That **** lying if he saying he ain't heard of me

If I say go, no surgery

Half of them **** dead for what they said, and they deserve to be

And I can't trust a soul, Lord, forgive me, I got that lead all in the church with me

I don't need nobody to do dirt for me, ain't none of them **** put in work for me

Don't mention my name in none of that shit

No, I ain't playing no games when it come to that shit

Got the bag now, I can't fumble that shit

Got 'em mad now 'cause I'm a humble lil' bitch

You went to FAMU, I went to Fam too

Think I played snare, I got the drum on the stick

Don't play fair, I play dumb on a bitch

Soon as we done, I tell her get prepared, she say, "Say you swear"

I go numb on her, uh-uh, can't put my tongue on her

Ay, this my money, don't put your thumbs on it

Zaza go in my lungs only

Ay, fifty's go in them guns only, two blickys equals one hundred

Feel like I'm back on Evergreen

Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking, "Where the clean?"

I come outside, it smell like gun smoke, another murder scene

Two **** with me, two choppers a piece for the **** wanna murder me

What the fuck you **** mean?

Soon as I hit the scene, line wrapped around the front yard like Krispy Kreme

Pocket full of them crispy things

Why dude come run that shit on me like I ain't peeped the game?

I ain't even want that shit on me, he think I missed the chance

I told brodie don't miss the brain, when I get that trophy, tell 'em, kiss the ring

He don't know what gun they shot him with, but I bet that **** ain't miss the flame

I don't want him, I'm onto bigger things, nuts crossed on me, it's a dirty game

Got **** still in them traps, tryin' to hit jackpot, pushing Eddie Kane

Lil' one call this bitch Alicia Keys, don't make 'em make that chopper sing

He died when I was on tour, I don't know that boy, I don't want no problems, mane

Don't let this shit be 'bout no dollars, mane

Where the fuck you was 'fore dollars came?

He tried to talk to God, but it was too late, **** must've prayed to Charlemagne

Feel like I'm back on Evergreen

Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking, "Where the clean?"

I come outside, it smell like gun smoke, another murder scene

Two **** with me, two choppers a piece for the **** wanna murder me

What the fuck you **** mean?