歌词
[Chorus]
I sat back and I was thinking to myself
Like, "What the fuck wrong?"
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here only get bigger
When I fall down, no one to call on
Aye, sittin' with that G-Lock in the back
Bae, you know what it is, I'm on my mack shit
Aye, sittin' courtside with a stack
Aye, flew through TSA with that pack with me
[Verse 1]
G'd Up, strapped up too, I'm a young fly ****
Pressure bitch, I swear to God
Got enough ammo for to kick off a world war
Trauma fucked me up, but I ain't doing wrong, I been holding on
Heart broke, but I'm still breathing 'cause I wrapped it
Bad bitch still on my side, I'm a savage
Turnt up, going wherever life tell me to go
Fucked up 'cause a lot of shit I just don't know
Might change a thang or two
I rage every time I think of you
I'm looking at you like my rider in my coupe
Check my big brother, the survivor, what you wan' do?
Since a lil' ****, I been hustlin', thinkin' 'bout coming up
Straight out the bottom, I'm a mastermind, runnin' that money up
Tucking my chopper, we secure this shit, no taking nothing from us
And if I fuck with you, I fuck with you, no faking it with us
OBN, da-da, da-da
[Chorus]
I sat back and I was thinking to myself
Like, "What the fuck wrong?"
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here only get bigger
When I fall down, no one to call on
Aye, sittin' with that G-Lock in the back
Bae, you know what it is, I'm on my mack shit
Aye, sittin' courtside with a stack
Aye, flew through TSA with that pack with me
[Verse 2]
They know I'm a soulja
They know I overcame, I overcame the struggle
Ten feet in the gutta
I try to change my ways, I pray every day for my brothers
Can't turn around, I got so high up in the air
It ain't no coming down
Big dog, never listen to the runaround
I done got so hot, I fucked around and brung the summer out
I been out my top and I do not know what to call it
[Chorus]
I sat back and I was thinking to myself
Like, "What the fuck wrong?"
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here only get bigger
When I fall down, no one to call on
Aye, sittin' with that G-Lock in the back
Bae, you know what it is, I'm on my mack shit
Aye, sittin' courtside with a stack
Aye, flew through TSA with that pack with me
Written by: Jeremy Jones Jr.
