X&O's (Intro)

Yeah Uhhhh Jumping out the window cos shooters no mac on me Flashing red lights they pull out a stretch for me Blurry vision somebody whispering stay with me Still i'm hoping none of my homies is dead for me Touch mine we go to war my gun roar Swing another bottle you pussy you done for 50 shades of red when i'm knocking your front door But i ain't going down for a sucker not one more Pick ya pleasure you like the drugs i like the money Kindda funny i play dumb but you the dummy All that killing still got me thinking bout how we living So i pulled the plug on all of the fuckery now we winning (Yeah) Lot of niggas claiming they gone die for me Hella bad bitches claiming they gone ride for me When that 40 pull up hope you stay alive for me But if you go to heaven hope you keep a spot for me Dancing with the devil you gone get a burn from it Type of lesson you don't really wanna learn from it Preacher-man putting money down on a PJ Congregation passing boxes like a muthafucking relay Hold up They say they gone run up Usain Bolt These youngins around me they stay woke (Facts) Them shooters around you they stay broke Threw a couple racks at'em now they stay close (Aaaggghhh) All for the love of money niggas turning on they own Give it all away for success niggas sell they soul Just to live a life of regret hanging by a rope Mystery of black history i hope you taking notes (Aaaggghhh) Let go ya ego you sold your soul already Fuck the genius talk nigga that's one too many Look at your people nigga you think it's funny You got a choice now you matching hats with Donnie (Aaaggghhh)