Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter

Lyrics

Young ****, I was moving weight but it was sloppy
Them **** shoulda shot me in my face when they robbed me
Instead, they got me out in front the place where they mom be
Instead, they had me in the parking lot of their party
Instead, they got me stalkin' all they Twitter post and IV's
And now, I owe everybody shitbags and IV's
Made me feel like Boosie on the day that he lost Ivy
Them bags was my life, so it's like they took my IV
Head low, talking to myself like, where the bread go?
Hell no, I can't take more losses for now hoe
They'll go to the maximum to see my head blown
Damn bro, we 'posed to keep it street
Well, how the feds know?
Young ****, he was seventeen but he a man though
So when I put that hammer to his chest, he wasn't scared so
I shot that muhfucker from his head to his elbow
My conscience telling me, "Get in the car, this **** dead bro"
Fighting with these demons in my wrist like some headphones
I gotta make it home to tuck my baby in the bed so
I be drinking lean to keep my stomach in knots
And I'm still burning trees but I know I should stop
I got a open case from weed, they want me thrown in the box
Fakin' like you real but we know that you not
I be taking Percs but feeling like I'm on hank
To make it even worse, I wash it down with the drank
I got it looking crazy, granny raised me a saint
I wanna change the way I'm living but I know that I can't
Plug
(Real plugs selling real drugs, you can't feel love
Kill love, if it is love then it's still love
Real plugs selling real drugs, you can't feel love
Kill love)
Written by: George Stone
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