Gut full of feelings

I try to ignore em cause shit been different

Yeah-yeah okay

I got my suspicions

but in all honesty I hope I'm tripping

Thoughts in my head I don't wanna listen

Which one should I choose?

This shit getting tricky

Only thing that I'm trusting now is the money

Got Ben Frank no more scrapping Pennies

Oh man okay

This shit getting said, On Bro

I got money I used to be broke

Acting funny you must think I'm slow

Trust a bag I ain't trusting a hoe, uhnt uhn

I remember I trusted a bitch for years and that shit hurt my soul

I remember them days shedding all them tears

Won't do that shit no more

Then I got in my bag

So thank you for doing me bad

I got shit **** wishing they had

So many bags like I'm taking the trash out

Hit the bank and you know imma cash out

My youngins they ready to crash out

They ready to run in yo stash house

I'm paying for bullets they dumping the mag out

They dumping the mag, my young **** ready to shoot

Think this shit a game, this shit won't be funny when blickys is pointed at you

Man fuck that shit, I'm worried bout getting the loot

I'm worried bout money

I'm worried bout pape

I'm worried bout getting them blues

Gut full of feelings

I try to ignore em cause shit been different

Yeah-yeah okay

I got my suspicions

but in all honesty I hope I'm tripping

Thoughts in my head I don't wanna listen

Which one should I choose?

This shit getting tricky

Only thing that I'm trusting now is the money

Got Ben Frank no more scrapping pennies

Oh man okay

No more scraping on them pennies oh man okay

No more scraping on them pennies oh man

OK-A-E-D-O that's me

H-E-E-M, bitch I'm heem