Uh

Yeah yeah

Pick up the pace don’t pick up the bitch throw the pitch in the pit like a pit bull baby get rough not a saint no one safe grab th ak’s, 762’s, 9 mm’s still lit from like 9pm to 9am no m’s but a mission for a prince in the belly of the mother fucking beast so I’m

praying cuz of more sins

not a orphan

or a bastard child

I like backwoods bitch

 we used to stomp out black & milds

these crash outs don’t care probably touch then blast ya child

it is what it was grab the blick put them cameras down

I’m in it till the finish

 ill intentions all the time this ain’t no practice round

we trynna bust ya head with a fracture sound

fuck yo king man we snatching crowns

till the point mother fucker you won’t have a sound

get his ass in a blunt that we pass around

ain’t no stems bitch

 we already tracked it out

 extra extra

think you missed a message

All I’ve wanted my whole life is to change the past but the past has made me ..

maybe I’m confused maybe I’m not It is what it was Maybe it is what it is my heart pumping got the beat jumping

Got a hundred good reasons I should go and pop it and and pop it and pop it again my blicky keep talking like we should be friends

that pussy kept talking we shot em again

the project stay hot like the pots and the pans

I run through the block see the cops and the cams

the fiends trynna move they just kicking the can

my brothers stay with me can’t be in a jam

the Glock gotta bust no I can’t let this jam

the topic is trust and I don’t think I can

you wanted some more so I gave em the grams constantly breaking the scale

dope from the mic making weight ring the bell

constantly stuck in This hell suffer and suffer im trynna prevail we hustle got duffle with something that’s gone make the bodies keep dropping I think I just gotta good whiff of that smell

All I’ve wanted my whole life is to change the past but the past has made me ..

maybe I’m confused maybe I’m not It is what it was Maybe it is what it is my heart pumping got the beat jumping