You're changing, I can't stand it My heart can't take this damage The more I ask, you can't stand it How you love me, I'm up in the booth Said I'm lyin', like, show me the proof Get in my back, put a six and a 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 talk in the Glock like I do Definitely throw me in that block like I do Lately, I've been feelin' alone But I'm clutchin' my chrome Payin' my mama, I'm comin' home 20 missed calls, 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 Marlon and Gina Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy They get daddy like Whitney and Bobby I broke my pole, she think she gon' rhyme me With the 30, I move extra cocky If I ain't daddy, they tell they can't stop me Gotti and Naughty and Scotty, my top three Hit a smoochie to spin, call up Gotti So-so with Noxy in the lobby Know a hooter who ain't for Scalottis He be balkin', 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 be thinkin' like, she movin' Wocky She keep tellin' me, Flocky, who got me? Is you gon' climb for me and forget Rocky? I'ma put Ross out her throat like it's hockey In blocks 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 speed I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me My heart can't take a chance No way I can pretend Uh, before I focused on rap, I was sloppy 40 Glocks, used to pop what I always be Used to drop hollows, now I drop heat If you speakin' on the rack, I'm top three I ain't talkin' videos, they watch me He can't come to his hood, that's not me I'm a one-on-one, lotta niggas took Ls on the one-on-one Pull up, hundred shooters and a hundred guns Big bro told me, start gettin' *** straight Really made it off rap, used to risk take I made two, three mil off my mixtapes All this ice, you a think a nigga wrist ache I've been eatin' too good, havin' big steaks Everybody used to hate, got a *** face I'm like long-lived nip, this a marathon But if it really was a race, you in sixth place Pussy, swear we gon' kill if you push me Uh, gotta take drops, so I been sippin' Bossa I used to smoke Lotto and Zucchi And I got security with me But lil' bro is still a pull-up with a fully And I'm still humble beast, cause I front the streets But I'm quick to pull up on my bully You know that Go, go, go, ayy Go, go, go, face shots Ayy, blow Uh, uh Ayy, gang ***, nigga, gang, gang