Oh, there's something I can't stand it My heart can't take this damage And the way I feel can't stand it How you love me, I'm up in the booth Said I'm lyin', they show me the proof Get in my back, put a six in the deuce *** like who, I'll kiss your bitch, that's juice And you can't walk a mile in my shoes You ain't throw as much shots as I do You don't throw in the glock like I do And you definitely throw me in that block like I do Lately I've been feelin' alone But I'm clutching my chrome Pray to my mama, I'm comin' get home 20 minutes goes, I ain't answer my phone Then I heard JBA make it home They say Flocka keep up and be strong Nah, why? Cause that *** was wrong And I told them to keep that bitch on I got my front, but it's you behind me Get goofy like Ma and the Gina Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy They get daddy like Whitney and Bobby I broke my pole, she think she gon' line me With the 30, I go back to the cocky If I ain't that energetic, can't stop me Gotti and Naughty and Scottie, my top three He the smoochie, the spin call up Gotti So-so with Noxy and Lobby Know who the who, A for Scalottis He be barking, his name is Lonati If I tell him to get him, I know that he got me So I got him, he stay right beside me I been thinking like she moving Wocky She keep telling me, Flocky, who got me? Is you gon' climb for me and forget Rocky? I'm put real shots, I do like it's hockey In box right now, bullets punchin' like Ali Gotta keep it, I know they gon' watch me And I know that the fence gonna lock me Ride on with it, I hope they don't stop me If they do, then it's gon' be a hot suite I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me You better off first, boy, you better not let him Hop out first, you better catch him They only got one up on you if you let him How you told him you fed him, you fed him? Nigga told he got shot, that's on pro, I'ma dead him He can't come to this block, I won't let him Lonati, he spot him, he got him, he get him L.O. John, I'm gon' hop out and stretch him Thuggy B, he gon' throw like McGrady Bally B, he be throwing like Brady Bullet for JB, this *** got no safety When we up, better duck, we go crazy We gon' head up his ligaments, ***, leave him lazy That's on pro, I got shots for who he be We them E-B-K-D-O-A-G-B-G, baby So get back, gang, that's how they raise me And I told bro, there's gon' be another one I got booked for the top with another one And I promise they won't take my mother's son Think that I'm going, these lil' niggas dumb or somethin' Who these lil' niggas think that I'm runnin' from? I know I can't take you from me When you ain't got a few friends for me