Emotional Way of Thinking

Ha, that's my grandma

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh

Gun powder soaked in my veins from that day we kicked that door

Left his brains in the streets but only God and my brothers know

And I apologized to Jay for puttin' dick in these other hoes

They layin' law down 'bout my name for ten thousand dollars and a line of coke

I say my prayers up to Allah but it seem like shit won't change

Livin' life like ain't no tomorrow I'm married to the game

Pablo still hoping that Cardo bullets ain't got not names

I'ma fill this truck up with hollows since he think it's a game

Got so much hatred in my heart I can't respect myself

I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can't express myself

Before I let that boy play I'm gon' select myself

Got so much hatred in my heart I can't respect myself

I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can't express myself

Before I let that boy play I'm gon' select myself

Deeply in love with a bitch I feel like only with me for the fame

I lost my cousin to this shit plus they got Leaky locked up in them chains

Metro police pulled me over tryna see what color flag I bang

Last time I checked we tote them TECs, I let that blicky bang

It's up with me that's all the time, Lord, I got murder on my mind

He cross that line, I bust that iron, my feelings lost it's hard to find

They call my phone I press decline, fast forward my life then press rewind

Look at the clock it never change, I might just go before my time

She sniffin' coke while her brother cookin' dope in the kitchen

Send a couple shot at that two-door coupe that ain't got no ceiling

He tryna make him a killin' 'cause all they know is killin'

I left my heart in the trenches, I really needed healing

They know I'm bound to get that check for sure

I'm balling, you can check the score

I'm not sayin' I know it all but I just came here just to let you know

The Devil wear Prada so I refuse to have respect for hoes

Three, five, roll my cigar up, tell the opps that we want all the smoke

It's up with me that's all the time, bitch, I got murder on my mind

He cross that line, I bust that iron, they call my phone I press decline

Look at the clock it never change, they draw the chalk when it's a crime

I might just go before my time

Got so much hatred in my heart I can't respect myself

I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can't express myself

Before I let that boy play I'm gon' select myself

Got so much hatred in my heart I can't respect myself

I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can't express myself

Before I let that boy play I'm gon' select myself

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, na-na, na-na-na