Albany Bahamas

Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber Praying for me over FaceTime 'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him Forty thousand feet up in the sky, reflecting back by my house Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only goals And spitting like I'm tryna put my dentures in that .44 I'm at the 40-40, tryna find a shawty for me And soon it's rendezvous and hoes acting naughty, naughty And not by nature, I drop by paper I think of times when I didn't have it Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it Now I'm looking back like, "Damn, shawty, what happened, happened?" Now they like, "What's happening?" I'm like, "Cool, whatever happened, happened" (yeah) Come throw that ass back, I still tag it, still slap it I got word you threw a hundred on my head, well, I'm laughing, hmm That's the only time you'll see me dead I see green and money, I see problems, I see red So much drama and the stress inside my mind I'm tryna ch-chill, I'm talking tears, used to shop at Sears These niggas used to pop they mouth but had no heart to see us Old friends turning into haters and then, we done go major again I'm in a state of revenge, fuck all that fakes fighting Nigga, that playing pretend Ain't no making amends, all light sable play in the Benz like Finding myself, make mistakes All the signs don't break Know that I'm hardheaded I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder If these niggas really are down Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah Will these bitches really be around when I'm down? That's what I wonder I done had my heart broke down Now you tryna start going down, back there I guarantee they won't be around That's why I wonder Yeah I'm getting texts from women I had some mess with Hoes I used to text the "X" and "O" and now they texting, "SOS" Just to save 'em from the ex they got in bed with It's crazy how them acronyms work I live a good life at Taboo in Miami It's bad bitches throwing ass at my work I know they mad, they hurt that I'm throwing cash and then splurging I'm stunting hard, the Cullinan rim caps Still here scratching the curb, my gosh I wouldn't dress my son superfly 'til he turn five Rather not see him hypnotize to material lies Nothing like his daddy who be overdriven by design Late night, fucking stripper bitches, living out of line Finding myself, make mistakes All the signs don't break Know that I'm hardheaded I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder If these niggas really are down Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah Will these bitches really be around when I'm down? That's what I wonder Get in my head, goin' sideways Everything you said on replay Get in my head, goin' sideways Everything you said on replay