Force My Hand

Uh

Young Jefe, holmes

Yeah, yeah

Okay, I guess these **** gon' force my hand

'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand

Man, that ****, he ain't my man

Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt

Doin' all that playin'

Hundred bags on the floor

No, I don't even talk like this no more

Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man

And these **** turned their back on me

But what the fuck did I expect?

Me and these **** ain't come up from the sand

They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand

I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?

These **** gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?

Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?

Look, I'ma say sorry in advance

**** know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them

None of these ****, they ain't my friends

They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in

Yeah, I give them young **** them 10s

Repeat Gang, ****, make him spin that block again

Spin that block again, ****, spin that block again

Repeat Gang, ****, make him spin that block again

That ****, he got shot up, and he was singin' just like Tems

My brodie got the time and took that shit right on the chin

My bitch, she ride or die, fucked her right inside her Benz

She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the lens

I know some **** who I'ma trust, said they'll do that shit again

Shout out Juju and Gene, yeah, they just foolin' in the pen'

They told me I was insane 'cause I wanted my whole hood to win

Bitch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches

And these ****, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end

Guess what? Some **** who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end

Okay, I guess these **** gon' force my hand

'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand

Man, that ****, he ain't my man

Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt

Doin' all that playin'

Hundred bags on the floor

No, I don't even talk like this no more

Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man

And these **** turned their back on me

But what the fuck did I expect?

Me and these **** ain't come up from the sand

They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand

I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?

These **** gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)

Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)

Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams

How the fuck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?

I be holdin' shit in like a pad, I be gettin' shit hit with a mag'

You a killer? You're bein' too fast

I'ma catch him and get on his ass

Went to school, but I ain't know how to add

They was thinkin' a **** retarded

In the cell, I was servin' Suboxone

I was fuckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)

I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it

**** speak, I'ma make him a target

Put the stick on his ass if he holler (Brrt, brrt, yeah)

I'ma knock off his arm with the collar (****)

**** told me it's up, and he vanished

**** playing with me, and he panicked

Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'

**** touch my neck, and he handless

Force a hand, I'ma just start spankin' these **** like I'm goin' crazy

Yeah, thuggin' with me, it be so many shots in this bitch we could go in the Navy

Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas)

I used to trap this shit out like the '80s (I sell that gas)

I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me

This shit wasn't peaches and gravy

Okay, I guess these **** gon' force my hand

'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand

Man, that ****, he ain't my man

Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt

Doin' all that playin'

Hundred bags on the floor

No, I don't even talk like this no more

Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man

And these **** turned their back on me

But what the fuck did I expect?

Me and these **** ain't come up from the sand

They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand

I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?

These **** gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?

Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?