Wrong lyrics

[Intro]
(D-Roc)

[Verse 1]
Look, shot the sh*t, just me and Ten
Shorty house, my big sister kid
Started off, I was broke as f*ck
Now I came up and I'm millions in
Shorty whole world f*cked up, he need all ends
f*ck a n*gga whole world up, take his soul then
You love me? b*tch, you a f*ckin’ lie
Treated me bad once, you won me over and I don't know why
Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried
When grandma died, along my soul died
I'm a lonely child, now just tell me I ain’t sh*t

[Refrain]
I know
That it gotta be something wrong
Maybe I showed
That I don't need them around

[Verse 2]
f*cked up, wish I could call Rich
f*ck that, I don't know who my friеnd
n*ggas been cliquin' up with n*ggas like they want it with me
All on my sh*t whеn I'm around, I got choppers in
And you ain't safe, b*tch, no, I don't play, b*tch
I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your f*ckin' face, b*tch
n*ggas ain’t been playin’ 'bout sh*t, when I cry, you won’t try again
I ain't got no purpose, so I'm gon' cut up for Big Dump, b*tch
We see the enemy, then we dump, dope in my speakers and the trunk, b*tch
And ain’t no scorin', it's just for one
This for my youngins who see trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spent
Spinnin' on you b*tch n*ggas and livin' like a rich n*gga
KD can't walk, wish I could sit with him or f*ck a b*tch with him
She eat his di*k behind and I kill her, my clique too official
Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy, serve it like that raw hard
I can't wait 'til Meech come home so he can get right back in charge
I'll buy that b*tch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it's over
And I'm dumb as sh*t, I done fell for this girl, God
I looked at my n*gga Rich, he can tell
Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven
'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell
Hold up, that b*tch don't want you, you gon' trap her
I been locked inside the stu' like a trap
If we catch one of these rappers, we gon' wrap them
Seen that lil' boy, when I came home, I got after
You stupid b*tch, Nike make you run way faster, should've had some
Now that's what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum
I was fumblin' with that chopper, I swung through, they said I had one
And my daddy gettin' on my ass 'cause he say we could've just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room
This sh*t we goin' through'll make you choose and wanna break the broom
After all that I been through, it make you choose, I ain't got faith in you
They laugh, but I ain't cool when I abuse, feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud, sometimes I just plan on shakin' you
Battin' you and just handlin' you, turn you 'round and just do what I do
When I come through, I'll make a body fall
When I come through, lookin' out for all of y'all