Flows (feat. Sleepy Hallow)

M8V3N Gang Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang M8V3N, M8V3N Gang Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang Look, I know lately they hatin' on me Got my family dependin' on me Niggas pocket watchin', niggas droppin' dots I can't go jail, I got places to be 'Member the days we was waitin' to feast And there weren't really places to eat 'Member losses I took on repeat And still they throw shade on my name My nigga, I done seen plenty shit, never talk about it Bodies drop, can't do shit but put chalk around 'em Only one time when I walk without it Got some scars, but what after, can't talk about it People's feelings change when your change up (change up) Been through situations, people ain't the same returnin' favors (returnin' favors) Counted on people and waited on people, but nobody comin' Times when they doubted me, fuck them apologies Help me, you could've but nobody would and They ain't got love for me Bitches adorin' me now 'cause they see where I'm headed toward, and I really reminisce on certain days up In the system, the time that I lost and I really, really missed our childhood Grievin' 'cause the drillin' was mainly my focus Look, we was dumb-minded, thank God, focused up, we was dumb-minded Three or two, in the pump, my nigga We ain't tote, woulda lost my niggas Free the whole gang, missin' all my niggas Wit' the gang, same pain, needle up my nigga Drill after drill, healin' all my niggas Sin after sin, forgive all my niggas I woke up in some bad rage Bro' called, he said he sensin' a bad day Say they love me, that's mad fake Send shots get shot, they know I got some bad fate They don't like how I'm stuck in my bad ways Fuck it, I'm stuck in my bad ways They don't like how I'm stuck in my bad ways Fuck it, I'm stuck in my bad ways I got shot, I ain't bitch, I just manned up Can't trip, gotta keep tears tucked Elevated, we was broken, we was devastated Never hatin', was waitin', we got impatient Don't you get mistaken Look (look), I might still bend a block, now we got a patient Fry 'em up, no bacon Look (look), know we stand on the strip 'til the block is vacant Shorty say I'm Satan, got the devil in me I know God forgive me All my niggas gon' shoot if there's problems with me What? So what's the problems with me? Droppin' bombs on 'em You was tellin' you would drop a dime on 'em Pull a nine on him He ain't loyal, so we put a fine on him What you know 'bout Hunnid days, hunnid nights in the whip 'til you know the route? I ain't showin' out Say less, I know what you gon' do for a lot a clout I ain't goin' out Please don't call me for nothin', I'm focused on money quick My day was rainy, no sunny shit Please never act like you love me, bitch (love me, bitch) M8V3N, M8V3N Gang Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang M8V3N, M8V3N Gang Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang