[ Featuring
Rylo Rodriguez ]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Uh, uh
(T-T-Turn me up, Five)
Uh, psst, uh
Uh
I talked to bro, he said it lookin' bad for him
This a new number, they tapped the last phone
Last time I talked to Freddy, he said he was lookin' for Quent
But me not knowin' the next shot that's all he had for him
I talked to Trish, she say Plank need the lawyers
This the lady floor I slept on, so she know I'm on it
Key roll around, he keep this shit in order
Ms. Daisha still call like, "Who killed my lil' boy?"
It's just like, I be cryin' every time I talk to cuz 'cause
Like, only thing I can think about is the last time me seein' him, like he killed cuz, so
That's the only thing I replay in my mind, but I be tryna shake it, though
Lil Ye, back in the feds, 5K to iPhone him
Tell the niggas no a couple times, they get to plottin' on you
Wish I would've picked up for Lil Marc when he was callin' me
On the road to riches, I tried to wait, but you was stallin' me
Tryna shake the devil, when I lay up, he keep followin' me
If I make this free throw, I'm probably goin' to jail
If I miss this free throw, I'm probably goin' to hell
Bruh get caught with that switch, he probably gon' tell
Since Joe got picked up by that officer, I'm sorry that we don't talk that much
I just wanted to be like Big Choppa, MC, and Kaylo
I'ma finesse a nigga for guns, actin' like we threw a Draco
Niggas ain't followin' you, bruh, you just in they way, though
How you worried 'bout me followin' you? I was just with you the other day, though
'Cause you know what it is with us, we just want them to know what it is with us
'Cause what it is with us ain't something that they know
I was tryna show love, them niggas picked money over loyalty
How you let that buy you?
BP Escalade cost more if you bulletproof the tires
Lenny had a stroke in front of my sister, he couldn't talk from it
Nigga shot my dog, thank God he ain't die, he just walk funny
Gave my nigga a hundred-fifty, he can't even talk from it, uh
Message to the other side, you bitches know I ain't goin'
And I feel it in the air when they took my titi
And where I'm from, if they can't get up with ya, they'll hit your titi
Bronem say keep goin', my nigga comin' home
Never mind, I searched your name, it say, "2043," uh
I was a hundred deep comin' in this rap shit
Now when I look up, man, it's just six smackers around me
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, uh
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, uh
Took a piss, told Auto, "Watch my back," they knocked him off
His daddy think I'm playin', pod sentence
I gave CB ten thousand before he died, went up the street, it was rapid fire
But a nigga died who played pod sentence
Rest in piss
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, uh
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it
At the gambling house where Lil Bill got whacked
When Lids closed, lil' bruh 'nem still got hats
My nigga mama don't answer the phone, she say, "ReRe, nah, he dead"
I'm tryna see what make her feel like that
Shit got me f*cked up when one of my day one niggas took the stand
Like, bruh, you told, you got on that shit (Damn)
How you gon' front like I don't love you? You be askin' me for money
But I can't 'cause I don't condone in that shit
I was speedin' on the backstreet, homi'
Like a ski mask, pulled it down, catch a homi'
Don't treat no dog ho like she a top ten dime piece
I be so low, I need Percs and Dasani
You remember we used to f*ck at your auntie's?
Send in a junkie, to scratch your name off the codeine
Catchin' felonies on probation, you signed up
We on the same team, so why you hatin' off the lineup?
