I try my best not be emotionless

But I rather that before I be motionless let's go

Blood on this money plenty gunsmoke

Come up out that gutta u gon learn how to be cuthroat

Tryna win in this life of sin

Been thugging so long feel like this shit would never end

And my paper so long feel like it's way too much to spend

Frrrrr (run that shit up ****)

Pussy boy play on god we gotta spin

How you gon do me like that I thought we was friends

What the fuck are those I'll never try those things again

All I got is brothers all we got is on another

We shared clothes we share hoes we even shared covers

My girl be telling how she feel she think ion love her

I tat your first name on my body girl I'll never judge you

They chase everything but money i don't get that

I went broke got rich 1000 times Im Mr.get back

Can't fuck with you even though a **** love you

I can't risk that, that's personal

But this here this business and I can't mix that

Yea the clock been ticking still ain't got my lick back

I can't move for nobody I sitting back

I been kicked back, a lot of shit went sour

It's out my hands and I can't fix that

A lot of these **** cowards

I'm too real that shit a mismatch

Blood on this money plenty gunsmoke

Come up out that gutta

You gon learn how to be cuthroat

Tryna win in this life of sin

Been thugging so long feel like this shit would never end

And my paper so long feel like it's way too much to spend

Frrrrr (run that shit up ****)

Pussy boy play on god we gotta spin

How you gon do me like that I thought we was friends

What the fuck are those I'll never try those things again

Always keep my head high

Face the bullshit head on

I gave them the benefit of doubt

When they was dead wrong

If you owe me keep it fuck it

Treat that shit like student loans

Thought this shit was ocean deep

How the fuck you move wrong

What the fuck Is dude on

I let **** pile up in my shit like group homes

See I been kind of indecisive so I went two-tone

I want that lettuce I be on top of shit like croutons

See all that playing you be doing get you a tombstone

See all that playing that she was doing see I dun moved on

This shit back up them racks back in my money too long

I feel like Stella when she went and got her groove on whoa whoa

Blood on this money plenty gunsmoke

Come up out that gutta u gon learn how to be cuthroat

Tryna win in this life of sin

Been thugging so long feel like this shit would never end

And my paper so long feel like it's way too much to spend

Frrrrr (run that shit up ****)

Pussy boy play on god we gotta spin

How you gon do me like that I thought we was friends

What the fuck are those I'll never try those things again