Switched Up

Ay, TM

All them dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close

All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most

I know one **** who love to kill but he get faded first

You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst

Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first

I had them hoes in my DM when I had a Nicki verse

I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first

You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst

Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus

Quiet as kept, that door still open

And my **** on what I'm on and I don't feel bogus

My mind eighty percent in the streets and I'm still focused

Who gave me hope when I need it?

'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing

Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus

Told him he the only one get a pass, that **** believed us

How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit

How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and shit

Letter to the opps, y'all **** tricking on y'all lives and shit

Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again

Went in for another bond but he got denied again

Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again

Every time a **** died, they'll blame my side again

And every bitch I fuck, I tell her bring her side of friends

Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh

Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh

I was finger fucking pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger fuck these bitches, oh

I'm regretting how I was raised, all my **** went to jail, I had to fuck with different ****, whoa

Fucking fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie ho

When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers

But I know that's how they do me now

When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like

Tryna run ****, or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that

I just feel that the streets'll listen to me

And I'm saying that shit different, you know