Guidance Freestyle lyrics

[Chorus]
I need me some guidance up in these ends, Lord
I need me some riders the way I resent ya'
I'm keepin' me a strap 'cause I can't trust anyone
They ask, "How man' you f*ck with?" I reply with, "Not many," uh (Let's go)
I need me some guidance up in these ends, Lord
I need me some riders the way I resent ya'
I'm keepin' me a strap 'cause I can't trust anyone
They ask, "How man' you f*ck with?" I reply with, "Not many," uh (Let's go)

[Verse]
I'm tasting me blood when I grip on the trigger
I sold off my CD's and made me six figures
I sold off the ganja and I made me some racks
I made me some b*tches, some b*tches with backs
I listened to Lancey and got an idea
"What if I switched up my sound and I got into my gears?"
"What if this music could get me out the ground?"
Well it did, and know my headphones got ultrasound
Bare man talked sh*t now they out of bounds
If they really wanna chase, then they better come 'round
And I'm tryna be an uncle whilst I got gang ties
Sorry, mate, too bad, I can't come hang 'night
I remember my instincts to jump off the building
I remembered what it did and to my friend, it killed him
I can't trust nobody and I think that you get that
If you don't like equipment, then b*tch, better get back