Sharp Vibes lyrics

[Verse 1]
You n*ggas so f*cked up, they think when you f*cked up, you realer
That money move, I ain't really gotta pull no trigger
These b*tches was sleepin' on me, now they bitin' the pillow
I ain't gotta prove no point, n*ggas know I'm a killer (L Beats)
These n*ggas so f*cked up, they think when you broke, you 'bout that
Say, these n*ggas tweakin', I told 'em say less, I got that
These b*tches be f*cked up, ain't got sh*t, they nothin' but pretty
He done killed half of the city, but he low-kеy a sissy
I told my b*tch if she cheatin', it bettеr be worth it
I know I keep breakin' your heart, but you better not hurt me
And the way that my BM be movin', just pray for the b*tch
I had them turned to a bass, I stay with a stick
I'm ridin' candy paint, vert Impala
These b*tches be f*cked up, gon' ask you for seventeen dollars
I was just f*cked up, ain't had nothin' but soup in my locker
Was in the county jail bid wearin' another n*gga boxers
Hopin' the CO b*tch don't smell this dope
See the wick in the vent then wanna pop my door
I'm better off in Alaska, dark and cold
Hope my son don't grow up like me wit' a evil soul
I got some secrets I wonder if Jesus knows
Only God knows all of the people I stole
All the dope I sold, all the peace I stole
All the moms cried 'cause I made they sons die
Say, bae, I'm so f*cked up, 'times I wonder why
My heart so troubled, sometimes I wanna fly
Ain't seen it comin', the streets done turned me a vulture
Incarcerated, but it could be way worse
Bae, would you believe me? You the one I'm lovin'
I know I f*cked up so much times, I make it hard to trust me
But I can see the stars through this destroyed roof
I took it way too far, I killed his whole group
[Chorus]
Even state troopers tryna [?] 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the sh*t I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? n*gga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no b*tch
Even state troopers tryna [?] 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the sh*t I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? n*gga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no b*tch

[Verse 2]
And any clique I ever ran with, I ran them sh*ts
And all the time them n*ggas was always my lil' n*ggas
Them n*ggas ain't even wanna wreck 'less I was right there with 'em
You'd think I work for eBay the way you gon' get your issue
I know some real steppers ain't never spent a day in prison
These n*ggas so f*cked up, think they gangster 'cause they got caught when you didn't
Me and young money state of mind, f*ck it, we burnin' bridges
He know I ran up in your house on kamikaze missions