[Intro]
I'm coolin with Cap! Yah
I'm saying, it's like, the thing is
The reason why we different is cause, we really been through it, we really live it, you know what I'm saying?
The world keeps spinning, ya know what I'm saying?
Niggas keep sinning, you know how this shit gonna go
It's hard to win from losing, ya feel me
Aye, Fastmoney
[Verse 1]
The shit that I did to you wasn't on purpose
The letters in jail that you've written in cursive
Knowing damn well you could have just called me
Instead you went and outed our business in public
Thought about calling and spazzing, then I was thinking like fuck it
Ain't bout to beef over dumb shit, but put a bitch in her feelings
I'm bout to run off with millions
Buy me some cribs and some buildings
Stack all this shit for my children
Whether it came off the hustle or come off the muscle, basically they ain’t ever gonna struggle, I put that shit on my heart
I put that shit there on God, push start in all of these cars
I drop the top, all I hear is the sound of the ocean
Ain't even pull out the driveway, M6 is built like it flowin
Fool cause I want some more
She fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing right next to shore
Can't fall in love with no whore
I was just right there on Auburn just servin' the raw
It's so much shit that I saw
It's so much shit that I've done
I got to ride with the gun
Try me, no I'm not the one
Shoot up the block just for fun
[Hook]
We just spent a nigga cause them pussies tried to kill me
You ain't never shoot it out, you probably wouldn't feel me
Never trappin out your house, you probably wouldn't feel me
All I talk is facts, I'm just giving you the real me
Never sold no crack, then you probably wouldn't feel me
You ain't flip no packs, then you probably wouldn't feel me
Fuckin' dimes inside your trap, you probably wouldn't feel me
They shot, you ain't shoot back, then you probably wouldn't feel me
[Verse 2]
I had my momma by that work that I'm servin'
Tried to get better but nobody perfect
Can't please everybody, this shit never worth it
These niggas say they have you, ain't got you
Nigga you runnin', say nigga they shot you
The streets they get wicked, I ride with a Smith'n'
Shoot you myself, man I don't need no witness
I do it myself, bitch I handle my business
Most of these niggas be bitches
Talkin' that tough shit on Twitter
They tryna get me indicted
Time that he livin' on borrowed
We screamin free all the opps
Cause this shit really be getting boring
Might shoot it out with my producer
I got the strap in the booth, I'm recording
I play the stu' till like 8 in the morning
Jumped in the wraith and escape, n I'm pourin
No I ain't poppin no molly, but I take perkys and acid and syrup
All in my body
Ain’t got nobody the codeine got me when I need somebody
Be out the way, cause my niggas don't play
Niggas just thievin' somebody
Put that on god, got it on in the booth here beside me
Nigga [?] my niggas, he caught a body
[Hook]
We just spent a nigga cause them pussies tried to kill me
You ain't never shoot it out, you probably wouldn't feel me
Never trappin out your house, you probably wouldn't feel me
All I talk is facts, I'm just giving you the real me
Never sold no crack, then you probably wouldn't feel me
You ain't flip no packs, then you probably wouldn't feel me
Fuckin' dimes inside your trap, you probably wouldn't feel me
They shot, you ain't shoot back, then you probably wouldn't feel me
