Might have to

Might have to

Hop on it

Hop on it, hop on it

Wraith, k, get the blick off of my waist

Point that shit right in your fucking face

Don't say that shit to me you disgrace

I'm running the lot up I'm getting these bands

You talking up on me but I am the man

You could never do anything that I did

I'm rocking a lock up so they can't resist

My vvs quality wock never tris

I sip till my doctor says this isn't piss

I work so damn hard they don't ask me bout shit

So I don't wanna talk when you asking, "what's this?"

Swerve a Benz, crash it in the lot

Like a madman, yeah you know I really fucking rock

Take 10 to the face, show you how I rock

Weeks, weeks, weeks, weeks, weeks, weeks

Bitch I'm geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked (huh, huhh)

I'm on fleek, fleek, fleek, fleek, fleek (yeah, yeah)

You can't meet, meet, meet, meet me (heyy, hey, hey, heyy)

(You can't meet me, you can't meet me)

Feels like, weeks I've been going insane

Ten bullets up to my brain

You love me but I will not change

I can not do this again

Ten weeks huh, put that on my life

Ten weeks huh, put that on my life (put that on my motherfucking life)

Bands on me, gotta get right

I switch it up, faster than light

My money is generational, that's tight

Gotta keep the family right

Keep a check up on the crib, keep a check up on the baby, keep a check up on the wife

Never know your last night, gotta make sure everybody living life

I've been swerving thru the night, 50 hours minimum, I'm working for my life

On the motherfucking grind, never seen a guy do so much to make it right

On my motherfucking time, never seen a man do so much to win a fight

I got blood in my heart, I got blood in my veins, got blood in my eyes

Red I see when I cry, finna lose it, go crazy, everybody die

I got demons way behind, making everything move, a puppet all my life

Speaking truth the only time, the demons leave behind my eyes, now you know it's prized

I could end it say surprise (say surprise!)

(Really wanna roll with it)

(wrongway! bring it, bring it back)

Wrongway! bring it, bring it back

Wrongway! bring it, bring it back

Spin the block, I got a Mac

Left his blood up on the track

Had an impediment before I hit em with it

And I've been toting on these Smithy's, I've been twitching

That M&P up on me I ain't got no Rit in

But my finger been on the trigger I can fidget

This verse was written but it came out scripted

So I dropped that shit in the bin (bin)

If you really wanna pull up on me I got blicks

Yeah we got sticks

If you wanna count like 4, 5, 6

Bitch it's back to the bricks

I'm on my shit, they never saw me at the top

They had to hate to give me power, now they watch

I remember when everybody said to stop

I remember when they said that I wasn't hot

An intellectual, I had to build my rhythm

Not circadian but I'd say it's somewhat similar

I got a dictionary longer than your dick in her

Try to spit this without a tongue tie, it's beginner

'Cuz I'm the freshest the bestest

I broke your neck took your necklace

I'm on the top you on stretcher

The Prada socks don't make sense with you

With a brick in my hand, I can wish you better days without a band

I'm the man, hit you with the choppa, do the oppa dance

(I'm the man, hit you with the choppa, do the oppa dance)

(wrongway! bring it, bring it back