I tried my best not to be emotionless
But I'd rather that before I be emotionless
Blood on this money, plenty more
Come up out that gold or you gon' learn how to be cutthroat
Tryna win and it's life or sin
Been thuggin' so long, feel like this boy never end
And my paper so long, feel like it's way too much to spend
Look the boy play on guard, we gotta spin
How you gon' do me like that, thought we were friends
What the f*** are those, I never try those things again
All I got is brothers, all we got is one another
We share clothes, we share f***, we even share coke
My girl be tellin' me how she feel, she think that I don't love her
I text your first name on my body, girl, I never judge
They chase that thing, but money, I don't get that
I went broke, got reached out times, I missed the get back
Can't f*** with you, though I love you, I can't risk that
That's personal, but this hit is business, and I can't miss that
Y'all the clock, they tickin'
Still ain't got my lip back
I can't move for nobody, I've been sent back, I've been kicked back
A lot of things went sour, it's out my hands, and I can't fix that
A lot of cows, I'm too real, that's the mismatch
Blood on this money, plenty of c*** more
Come up out that gutter, you gon' learn how to be cutthroat
Tryna win, and it's life or sin
Been thuggin' so long, feel like this boy never end
And my paper so long, feel like it's way too much to spend
Look the boy play on guard, we gotta spin
How you gon' do me like that, thought we were friends
What the f*** are those, I never try those things again
Always keep my head high, face to face to head on
I gave them the benefit of the doubt when they were dead wrong
If you owe me, keep it, treat that s*** like student loans
Thought that s*** was OCD, how the f*** you move wrong
What the f*** you do wrong
I let s*** pile up in my s*** like Groupon
See, I be kinda indecisive, so I wear two-tone
I want that lettuce, I be on top of s*** like Crouton
See all that plan that you be doing, get you a d***
See all that plan that you be doing, get you a d***
See all that plan that you be doing, see how I move on
This s*** back off, the racks back in, my money too long
I'm bad like Stella when she went and got her groove on
Blood on this money, plenty of smoke
Come up out that gutter, you gon' learn how to be cutthroat
Tryna win, and this life is sin
Been thuggin' so long, feel like this boy never end
And my paper so long, feel like it's way too much to spend
Look the boy play on guard, we gotta spin
How you gon' do me like that, thought we were friends
What the f*** are those, I never try those things again
What the f*** are those, I never try those things again