Rage lyrics

Straight out the mud I had to get it
Ain't see no other way
On the block they say what's up
But deep down, yeah they hate

Some people ain't got sh*t to lose
That's why I ride with the K
All this fake sh*t all around me
Boy I see it every day

b*tch, I gave a hoe my heart
She gave it back, I threw it out
Healing all these wounds with every drug I knew about
Without you, use to relapse
Now I have to do without
Hated them apartments
Greatest day was moving out

Hook:
Turn the ops block straight into a shooting range
Mixing pills with all this syrup
Got me too dеranged
I got issues of my own, man all I do is rage
I got issuеs of my own, man all do is raaaaage

All I do is raaaage
Never afraid switchin lanes
In a drop top cruisin
Just buried my brother, I just might lose it
Mixin all this lean in this Moet, I might do it
Never catch me slippin
Always ridin with my--

f*ck how you feel
Just keep it real
I don't need nobody
These youngins outchea in the ville
Man they catchin bodies
Gucci belt hold up my Glock when I step up in the party
My shooter going dummy
His eyes rollin off the molly


All I know is how, how to keep it real
I could give a f*ck, f*ck bout how you feel

(All I know is how, how to keep it real)
(I could give a f*ck, f*ck bout how you feel)

Betrayal hit a little deeper
When you really trust people
And every time I hear your name
It pierce my ears like a needle
Roll the credits, it's all over
Never cared for no sequel
You play with hearts, I play with souls
But don't think that we're equal, nooo

Hook:
Turn the ops block straight into a shooting range
Mixing pills with all this syrup
Got me too deranged
I got issues of my own, man all I do is rage
I got issues of my own, man all do is raaaaage

All I do is raaaage



QUIN NFN

Alot of choppas in the crib
We could shoot movies with it
I be dancing with my whip
And gettin groovy with it
I keep a toolie with me
Know these n*ggas hatin
At the top my destination
At the grind, I'm dedicated

n*ggas straight up out the pavement
Try to play with us, it's dangerous
n*ggas steady tryna argue
They ain't tryna send location
38 special on me, they can't trace it
Any b*tch that gon get to trippen
Ima f*ck around replace it
And I'm strapped up like haitians
Ima snap like tempations
When you locked up in that station
n*ggas ain't gon give you na'thin

And they finna favor
We the realest
Tell that n*gga, quit that b*tchin
'fore we hit them with the smithin


Hook:
Turn the ops block straight into a shooting range
Mixing pills with all this syrup
Got me too deranged
I got issues of my own, man all I do is rage
I got issues of my own, man all do is raaaaage

All I do is raaaage


f*ck how you feel
Just keep it real
I don't need nobody
These youngins outchea in the ville
Man they catchin bodies
Gucci belt hold up my Glock when I step up in the party
My shooter going dummy
His eyes rollin off the molly, yeah