[ Featuring Fredo Bang ]
(Ayy Sharke)
I got demon thoughts that's in my head
Like I can't even trust this girl that's in my bed
And I just wanna pick your brain, let me dissect
Ain't f*ckin' if your pockets low, she like, high sex
Ain't lovin' on no bitch I couldn't f*ck if I was broke
'Cause it's a guarantee the second you in jail that she on' go
I can't call you my brother, you weren't with me out there trappin' at the store
I couldn't call you when the police kicked the door
Ain't see it comin', that's a shame on me
Burden on my mind, they put the blame on me
They tried to apologize, but it ain't no need
I cross 'em out when they decide to hate on me and put a date on me, oh
Sometimes I sit in the dark and pray to clear my mind
Sometimes I gotta look around, I ask, "Who down to ride?"
I sacrificed my livelihood to let my people eat
Too many days up on the road, can't see my mama, that shit be cuttin' deep
I give my trust to too many people who wouldn't feed me if I was starvin'
I gave them love, they gave me pain, that shit there had turned me heartless
Your own blood'll take you out, I drop a ten thinkin' 'bout Lil Marley
You by yourself up in this world, I learnt that fightin' all them charges
I'm from the city, you gotta pray that you don't die today
Dracos and FNs take your smile away
Kiss your mama, she might not see her son another day
Tell her you love her 'cause they might just take her son away
Only two options, you gon' die or you make it
Ed Reed, I'm keepin' my gun off safety
Best believe, I'm servin' 'til all the cribs gated
Pay twenty Gs for diamonds, these ain't no gold plated
It's startin' to feel like I made it
I ain't come this far just to go back
Owe it all to my niggas, they keep me on track
For them, lay it all on the line Warren Sapp
Only thing that we know is to trap for a sack
This shit get dangerous
Put money on his top and I cash out on Palm Angels
Wait, why you gettin' fly? 'Cause God finna gain an angel
Was born inside a jungle, tigers told me they can't tame you
My conscious did the dirt, I guess it's easier to blame you
I got demon thoughts that's in my head
Like I can't even trust this girl that's in my bed
And I just wanna pick your brain, let me dissect
Ain't f*ckin' if your pockets low, she like high sex
Ain't lovin' on no bitch I couldn't f*ck if I was broke
'Cause it's a guarantee the second you in jail that she on' go
I can't call you my brother, you weren't with me out there trappin' at the store
I couldn't call you when the police kicked the door
Ain't see it comin', that's a shame on me
Burden on my mind, they put the blame on me
They tried to apologize, but it ain't no need
I cross 'em out when they decide to hate on me and put a date on me, oh
