Tragedy lyrics

[Intro]
Lil' Rece produced it

[Verse]
We that gang they love to speak on
If you ain't outside you gon' miss somethin', I don't be home
All in my face for what? b*tch, be gone
I ain't satisfied what I got, b*tch I need more
SOB b*tch and I'm very strict
Can't have a n*gga in my presence on some scary sh*t
Cliquin' up? Boy that's yo' ass, watch who you parin' wit'
I just paid two bands for these nice kicks
These ain't on clearance b*tch
And b*tch I'm bad at keepin' convos, that is not my thang
I don't wanna talk, b*tch drop your drawers and go your separate ways
I'm the type of n*gga to flip the P before I sell a eighth
Naw b*tch I ain't high, b*tch I'm relaxed this how I meditate
Shorty never leave me we be boo'd up on that Ella Mai sh*t
If you don't slap DaBoii b*tch turn me up, yo' ears hella ancient
I was at the bottom, tell me what you know about elevation?
You can't tell me sh*t, you don't know sh*t, 'cause you ain't elevated
Murder everywhere, he don't survive, he wasn't meant to save
b*tch when we out lurkin', prayer to put yo' brodie in that grave
Overlappin' these rap n*ggas full speed, I ain't finna pace myself
Who taught this young n*gga game? Learned from the mistakes, b*tch I laced myself
I went down, bro payed bail
Bankroll thick, K. Michelle
I know Satan want my soul, b*tch eat a di*k, it ain't for sale
Nowadays rats gettin' passes, you n*ggas made it safe to tell
And I ain't never f*cked wit' n*ggas 'cause you n*ggas fake as hell
You n*ggas hate, the hoes love it
We animals, cold blooded
Go go gadgets, wit' attachments'll leave 'em with no stomach
Don't know n*ggas, know of 'em
Two chains and they both flooded
If the goal ain't for sure then my n*gga I won't trust it
The streets and the system, my n*gga they both rugged
The .40 or the choppa the b*tches be bone crushin'
b*tch I like my hair this way, don't comb it and don't brush it
Matter fact b*tch keep your hands to yourself lil' b*tch don't touch me
And for you bitin' ass n*ggas, we the cavities
I be talkin' sh*t like every day, naw this ain't casually
In my city I be to the neck, but the strap wit' me
Ask God why it gotta be this way, he said it had to be
Told him tell them demons leave me 'lone, 'cause they after me
I be soakin' game from them OG's while we matchin' it
You don't understand sh*t 'posed to happen 'til it's happening
b*tch what goes around gon' come around, damn it's a tragedy b*tch