Intro: Hell and back, off the track, lost the Gak, now I'm back like
Tell me
Lost some hope, lotta dope, lied to hoes, I don't know
Verse: n*ggas gon get the cream by any means. b*tches gon get on screens by any means. Makin sure the tities seen when on the scene. Booty meat in skinny jeans rub on my seams. Dreams, seem like they done died to me. These, poor guys won't confide in G, o.d, whites' white makin feigns. She's tellin white lies, she's smellin white lines. Ironic cuz she don't like to face a thing, or pace a thing. A waste of things, chased some things, I chased the bling. I chased the drink, wasted dreams, misplaced the wings. f*ck mase's fling, I'm made for king, I'm made for king. Im vain, I'm mean, insane I mean, the pain is mean. The rain ain't clean, faith I need, a grain, a seed. An Ancient Greek, with basic needs, I paid the fees. I hated me, faded gs, I faded bs. Im breakin ps, I'm takin e, I'm jaded we. Was takin these, hey take it ease, awaken these. Not blatantly, or satinly, stop taintin me
Refrain: Tell me, tell me
Chasin ass, chasin stats, chasin jack, now I'm back like
Hell and back, off the track, lost the Gak, now I'm back
Verse: Hell and back, sellin sacks, melon cracked, tellin that. Bailin that, trailin back, failin that, feelin trapped. Feelin that, healin that, wieldin that, buildin back. (Ya ya) an iller Gak, (ya ya) a realer gak, (ya ya). A filter? Na, (ya ya) a mill to grab, (ya ya). You grill on past, (na na), still fillin that, (na na), killin that feelin that children at, like pronto. f*ck the friendly sh*t boy, gotta be the honcho. Get you before you get me, I seen the ones that haunt those. Can't be a victim of it if you go and let ya heart froze. Watch out those, are potholes, robot hoes, that want souls. (f*cked up) she's sayin I'm not like those, (f*ck up). Been f*cked up by sl*ts colder than you since high school. Boo ya heart ain't cut, ya sh*t don't crush like mine do. I had to buck up an look up for sh*t to look up. Gotta pick up an mix up, can't eat what's in my spoon. I'm fed up n*gga, won't dead us, I feel like I been lead up. And bet up, and set up, since I came out my womb
Yes they do.....get intuned
Refrain: Sac to mac, paps to packs, Gak to jax, now I'm back like
Deep in that, weed and rap, seekin facts, sinkin fast like
Trippin tabs, trippin ac, tripped in traps, now I'm back like
Clippin that, dipped in that, kickin that. Grossss I'm sick wit that, poseeee; I'm sick of that. Most'll stab ya back, most prefer that mask. Growth they're scared of that, pose to act like that. Pose to stack that cash, pose grab that bag. Pose to grab that ass, go for hoes that's fast. Go for hoes like that, don't think bout your kids. Blow the sacks sip that, don't slow down just live