Tough Decisions PT. 2 lyrics

[Chorus: RG Simba]
Cartier watch on my wrist when I post on the bricks, I be bringin' them racks out (Racks out)
These n*ggas actin' like they wanna rumble, they get in that ring, and they tap out (Tap out)
How you gon' kill me? You can't see me coming, you know that Mercedes is blacked out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit from the back and she black out
Foot on they neck, run it up 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Baby, I'm lit now, suck it (Suck it)
They ask what you rep, you better not duck it (Yeah)
Know what I rep, I yell it in public (Yeah)
Don't want your ho, that b*tch is busted (Sim Dot)
Time I leave, frrt, load it up, bust it
The hammer on me (Frrt), can't touch this (Yeah)
I found out he tellin' and I was disgustеd
Hi Level sh*t, b*tch, we ball with no budgеt (Hi Level)

[Verse 1: RG Simba]
Ain't conversin' with n*ggas, I'm runnin' up hundreds (Money)
If I got an issue, it's gettin' confronted ('Fronted)
Ain't gotta prove sh*t 'cause I already done it (I did it)
I'm thuggin' for real, I'ma take what it come with
This di*k in her guts, she gon' take it, no runnin' (No runnin')
Can miss me with that, keep that fake sh*t, don't want it (Don't want it)
Hop out with that— frrt, he runnin', he jumpin'
I hit from the front, she yellin', she c*mmin' (She c*mmin')
Grove Street n*gga, I'm really a jailbird (Yeah)
Before I see Heaven, I might go to Hell first (Damn)
I'm really a king, these lil' n*ggas is helpers (Helper)
He seen that fast sh*t, he tried run, but he fell first (Baow)
The whole county hatin', so that's why we pack Glocks (Glocks)
I lost my n*gga when I was on max block
Slipped up, he was drunk, we left him out back c*cked (Back c*cked)
And we rich forever, gon' die when the cash stop (Yeah)
[Chorus: RG Simba]
Cartier watch on my wrist when I post on the bricks, I be bringin' them racks out (Racks out)
These n*ggas actin' like they wanna rumble, they get in that ring, and they tap out (Tap out)
How you gon' kill me? You can't see me coming, you know that Mercedes is blacked out (Blacked out)
Hit from the back and she black out
Foot on they neck, run it up 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Baby, I'm lit now, suck it (Fah, fah, fah)
They ask what you rep, you better not duck it
Know what I rep, I yell it in public (Public)
Don't want your ho, that b*tch is busted (She hit)
Time I leave, frr, load it up, bust it
The hammer on me (Frrr), can't touch this (Yeah)
I found out he tellin' and I was disgusted (Disgusted)
Hi Level sh*t, b*tch, we ball with no budget

[Verse 2: Cordae]
Yeah, ayy, Hi Level sh*t, watch, we take this sh*t global
The f*ck was you at when we had the Boost Mobile?
I'm on my third crib, boy, a n*gga bicoastal
I don't give a f*ck what them n*ggas had told you
I'm rich like a b*tch and I smell like a brick
We still screamin', "Free Mack," he ain't tellin' 'em sh*t
And when Lil' Simba went back to jail, I was sick
Even talked to Kim K, but she ain't help with sh*t
But f*ck it, I got it, we come from the projects
My jailbird shooter call me droppin' knowledge (Brrt)
I blew up the next month I dropped out of college
My girl speak French, I don't got no stylist
I come from the trench, that foreign got mileage
Money got a stench, I bet I smell like it
My shooter got a twitch, he on that Kai sh*t
My car got the speed, I be on some fly sh*t
A conscious n*gga, they be so surprised when I pull up and skrrt in that Trackhawk (Skrrt)
I ain't from the block, boy, I'm part of the block, we forever together like asphalt (Real)
When I was five, I woke up and seen bricks in the kitchen, that sh*t was my dad fault
These n*ggas my sons, rest in peace Jerry Springer, the lie detector ain't say that's false, soo
[Chorus: RG Simba]
Cartier watch on my wrist when I post on the bricks, I be bringin' them racks out (Racks out)
These n*ggas actin' like they wanna rumble, they get in that ring, and they tap out (Tap out)
How you gon' kill me? You can't see me coming, you know that Mercedes is blacked out (Blacked out)
Hit from the back and she black out
Foot on they neck, run it up 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Baby, I'm lit now, suck it (Fah, fah, fah)
They ask what you rep, you better not duck it
Know what I rep, I yell it in public (Public)
Don't want your ho, that b*tch is busted (She hit)
Time I leave, frr, load it up, bust it
The hammer on me (Frrr), can't touch this (Yeah)
I found out he tellin' and I was disgusted (Disgusted)
Hi Level sh*t, b*tch, we ball with no budget (Uh)