To The Point

I'm saying though

Why the fuck a **** acting like

This fame shit done got to a **** or something

Like a **** asked for this shit?

Like a **** won't give all this shit up

And head back to Desi block

You know, twelve-double-O shit

Never on no ho shit, I always on some go shit

Now, come on ,tell me some more shit

Tell me some shit I don't know

Why I don't respond to none of that shit

'Cause I ain't no social thug

And no, that shit don't come with a diss

Boy, that shit come with slugs

I let the media do they job, they supposed to judge

Been losing love from motherfuckers I'm supposed to love

And I don't know no other way so I'ma cope with drugs

One gotta stay 'cause ain't no room for the both of us

One tried to play but ain't make it, he got his head bust

Pressure come behind me, what you think that **** dead for?

And I been seeing dead folks, but I ain't scared

That ain't what the fuck these meds for

Eyes red, Corbin who these tears shed for

Them memories I play it, too busy telling a story

I ain't got time to diss the dead

But fuck them ****, they dead, how many times I gotta say it?

Don't speak on Desi, let him rest, bitch **** better wear a vest

Play pussy and make 'em wear a dress

Too real for interviews and press

Keep it cool, I ain't stressing

'Cause we turn L's into lessons

And all them L's turned to blessings

I'm that **** in that gold Mercury with that chrome Smith and Wesson

Thought you had me but you wrong, bitch, that's what you get for guessing

Real player, got her leaking through the phone, and we just texting

How you turn a bitch on through a message

She say, "Keep talking that shit, I like it"

And don't compare me to these ****, they ain't nothing like me

I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me

I made it out, it made you sick, ****

I hear you diss, get off my dick (Die on the 6)

She said, "You finna put all that weed in that blunt?"

Bitch, you know I roll doints, get to the point

Had to tell that ho it ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz

Had to cut 'em off, they only call me for they needs and they wants

If you really love me, why you don't show it then? That be that fake shit

Say youngin better slow down before you crash, get your brakes fixed

And a **** ain't around if he ain't down to let that K spit

So just tell me what's the word, I get you served on some lil' saint shit

Windows tinted in these foreign cars, I watch the rain hit

Collect calls from my dawgs, won't change at all, I'm the same jit

And they still on that gang shit

Detectives think we bang but we don't bang

That's why we be the ones to blame when some brains split

Just cover the ones got caught and pray for the ones that we ain't get

Lately I ain't been thinking, my mind been on some blank shit

Tryna break the bank, shit

Bitch, I'm wild-child, you know it's Evergreen for life

****, I can't switch

And I just left the hood, they all proud of this fame shit

But they don't know the pain that it came with

Shit worse than being in front of the house that day when the tank hit

And these **** around me gon' take hits

While I'ma sit back and make hits

She say, "Keep talking that shit, I like it"

And don't compare me to these ****, they ain't nothing like me

I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me

I made it out, it made you sick, ****

I hear you diss, get off my dick (Die on the 6)

She said, "You finna put all that weed in that blunt?"

Bitch, you know I roll doints, get to the point

Had to tell that ho it ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz

Had to cut 'em off, they only call me for they needs and they wants