I Got six seven different bitches telling me they love me, but I don't know for me baby trying to tell me Yeah, you my heart you probably do me like the last one. Sorry love, but I can't go back to my past I was old and chosen Lord knows I'm the car. I can't let him take me back to the trenches. He ain't ever swinging. Why don't we don't blink it? I don't want to stop me. They don't get wicked. I try to tell him turn me up. They won't give me a chance They won't see a nigga thugged out running. I'm bad. They won't see me make it out. It wasn't part of a plan I lost it all. I still be thinking about my brothers down gambling. I only lose your life We play a butter around mama. Just pray for me got that. I know my waist kid They came with me how my niggas in the green ain't stay with me But we bust them up to shut him up behind it. What a chopper. What's that? I'm coming find it I'm blood spill. It's really running late night. We creed we gunning I don't think these niggas won't talk to me, baby. Let me know you want it. Let me know you're on it Let me know you down. Let me know you thugging. Let me know you with it Come and jump up on his dick, baby. Like you're on it. I got seven different bitches telling me they love me But I don't know who for me, baby. Trying to thug me. Give you my heart, you probably do me like the last one Sorry, love, but I can't go back to my past one. I was cold and chosen. Lord knows I'm the gossip I can't let them take me back to the trenches. Me and Tavis swinging wide, uh, uh, with them blankets They don't want to stop me. They know ain't get wicked. Livin' life, movin' round different I never change on my team, I ain't switching. I come from the mud with them signed down killers Real blood, slingin' iron to the daily. These niggas don't believe this the *** we bleed But we get to that money and to the day we leave. Mama know how I'm livin'. I pray to God I make it out Had to make me a rock cause they ain't wanna let me out. Remember nights I had to starve, had to trap front kind of house Late nights with that Glock, yeah. Chop her by the porch, yeah. Dope by the trash can Smoke her by the steps, hit that dude from all the coke cans. Dead man, walk the streets all night just like a mad man Wish a nigga would step on him just like a roach, man. 308'll snatch him, leave him dead through a scope, man Step on him in traffic, he don't know, man. He know we ain't playin', but it's real, man I got six, seven different bitches tellin' me they love me, but I don't know who for me Baby tryna thug me. Give you my heart, you probably do me like the last one Sorry, love, but I can't go back to my past one. I was cold and chosen. Lord knows I'm the gossip I can't let them take me back to the trenches. Hands, they been swingin' wild, uh-uh, with them blankets They don't wanna starve me, they know it get wicked Hold me down, I'll love. Hold me down, I'll love. Hold me down, I'll love. Hold me down, I'll love