This little mind of mine has a tendency to get a little dark and violent, ayy This little life of mine is a nightmare (Ha)
I feel Medicated, elevated, too sedated Thank God that a nigga made it Fucked three broads, they was all faded Oh my God, now I feel famous New gun, can´t wait to aim it Mama on the phone, saying, "Chill baby" I´m way too rich to go and risk it all But fuck it, I´m finna risk it (Uh, huh) Catch me .30 clippin´ (Uh, huh) Shoot like Scottie Pippen (Uh, huh) Like, "Get the fuck away from my ride" You ain´t finna rob a nigga (Uh, huh) I hang with robbers, they on go I got an army with me like damn, don´t they look like G.I. Joe Marching your shit like Fee-fi-fo Run up on me, to your head, I´ll blow
I´ll run to the bag like ready-set-go I don´t trust you, they´ll shoot, I´m Metro Back-back in the days, I was out robbing for Jay´s Look at the way I glow Stuck in my ways, keep me a Glock in the safe You know I´m on go
Ha, yeah, ain´t that the truth Uh, tried to run up, ain´t he a fool Ayy, up that choppa, vamanos Ayy, I feel like a dentist (Huh), put a bullet in his tooth, uh Knocked that out of the park, uh, pussy like Babe Ruth, uh I´m finna hang me a nigga, uh, somebody grab me a noose, uh Feel my wrath as I stomp ´em in my Rafs
Shoot up your crib, see you dead, then I laugh Walk to the bank, then I laugh again Fire on me, no dragon, ayy Off of the Percs, I´m dragging Count up the money and stacking, ayy .40 on me no lacking Run up, I get shit bracking, ayy Thot on my line, she wanna fuck for the low (Huh, uh) I don´t pay for pussy, but yeah, I´ll fuck you on the low (Huh, uh) In other words, I won´t let nobody know But I´m Kobe with that torch, pass me, I´ma score Yeah, smash her, then I go (What?) Then I set another play Pass her, pick and roll (What?) Brodie fucked the same day Put that on my soul, oh, you know lies ho
Hope you realize, you´re fucking with some real guys
This little mind of mine has a tendency to get a little dark and violent, ayy This little life of mine is a nightmare (Ha) I feel Medicated, elevated, too sedated Thank God that a nigga made it Fucked three broads, they was all faded Oh my God, now I feel famous New gun, can´t wait to aim it Mama on the phone, saying, "Chill baby" I´m way too rich to go and risk it all But fuck it, I´m finna risk it (Uh, huh) Catch me .30 clippin´ (Uh, huh) Shoot like Scottie Pippen (Uh, huh) Like, "Get the fuck away from my ride"
You ain´t finna rob a nigga (Uh, huh) I hang with robbers, they on go I got an army with me like damn, don´t they look like G.I. Joe Marching your shit like Fee-fi-fo Run up on me, to your head, I´ll blow I´ll run to the bag like ready-set-go I don´t trust you, they´ll shoot, I´m Metro Back-back in the days, I was out robbing for Jay´s Look at the way I glow Stuck in my ways, keep me a Glock in the safe You know I´m on go
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