Screaming, "Fuck that, I´ma go where my niggas go" Take off, tell her, "Bye and good riddance, ho" (Yeah)
Inside, trying to find what I´m missing, ho Rage kid, we gon´ pop out, let´s get it, ho (Let´s go) Red flags, got a whole lot to lean upon Metal god, got more choppers than Vietnam (Grrt, grrt) Free the guys, fuck the law that´s just keepin´ ´em We gon´ fight ´til they home and they freein´ em (What? What?) March of freedom, Are We There Yet? like Nia Long Ray Charles, fuck the hate, we ain´t seein´ ´em Old niggas, swear that new ones mistreatin´ ´em Go figure, blamin´ them, but you leadin´ ´em
See, I told y´all, you niggas can´t defeat me (Huh) Ballin´ like LaMelo while they tryna overseas me (Yeah)
Get your shit together, love, this shit don´t come easy Like I told you once before, the world is yours, you don´t need me I spy the red dot on my opps, watch ´em die, ayy (Boom) We bringing big smoke, make ´em artichoke, that´s a different diet, no say (Ha-ha) We had to beat the pot to have a popping squad and make a profit, bye then adios (Jet) ´Cause this shit karate in the Bentley body, we be kicking knowledge to you folks (Skrrt) I´m finna yippee-ki-yay-ayy (What?) We tryna hit the sky, aye-ayy (What?) I think she know the vibe, aye-ayy (What?) We never trip the tie-aye-ayys (Yeah) This shit a piece of pie, I´m a different guy Watch my flow, my switch ups got ´em mesmerized
Now your new nigga hurt and I sympathize And lil´ bro got my new music memorized, yeah (Huh?) Sometimes I wanna go back and visit the city lights, yeah (Yeah) This LA life no good, I haven´t been feeling right, yeah (Feeling right, yeah) But I had to take off, I don´t wanna be victimized, yeah (Victimized, yeah) Just tell me, would I really be wrong if I came back to stay the night? Yeah (Stay the night, yeah) Yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Screaming, "Fuck that, I´ma go where my niggas go" Take off, tell her, "Bye and good riddance, ho"
Inside, trying to find what I´m missing, ho (What?) Rage kid, we gon´ pop out, let´s get it, ho (Let´s go) Red flags, got a whole lot to lean upon Metal god, got more choppers than Vietnam (Grrt, grrt) Free the guys, fuck the law that´s just keepin´ ´em We gon´ fight ´til they home and they freein´ em (What?) March of freedom, Are We There Yet? like Nia Long Ray Charles, fuck the hate, we ain´t seein´ ´em (What?) Old niggas, swear that new ones mistreatin´ ´em Go figure, blamin´ them, but you leadin´ ´em (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
But that´s whatever (What?) Tryna get my bag together (Buh-buh) Tryna get my bag together That´s forever Tryna go change the weather, yeah, yeah (Ha) Tryna go change the weather, yeah I gotta get this shit together