Maynard is kickin' out my head, I'm always overthinkin' If I could guess, I'd put the fear of losin' over winnin' I lost, I wish I had a gun so I could lose the clippin' And turn the barrel to myself and hit a bullet rhythm So now you know my business, and hope you know you're not alone Get back on your mission and only focus on your own You doubt my vision, I'll have to show you to the door And a lot more from the road, the shotgun don't go Gol-Lam-Gol, booty keep scorin' him like he Ronaldo Ain't made it yet, but if it be all I know Came a hell of a way from my mommy's old Volvo I wanna put him inside a Gol-Lam-Gol So I gotta keep workin' until my phone's up, bro Might need it to shoot away my no-sub loan So I'm fuckin' with everybody but no 5-0, no Keepin' the coppers out of my business They can go to hell, already got the devil's permission Take the trumpy toddlers who tryna hold to a system Bro, if you as wise as I am, you've been livin' privileged So, I'm the pussy, you the one that's bitchin' No, I'm not a pussy you won't ever witness Whoa, you only hate on woman cause you bitchless The Sahara desert's wetter than your dick, kid Run through it all and still I walk it out Some problems stupid as sound, know what I'm talkin' bout A fragile mental reserve, I try to block it out Every time I get up, I fall, it's like I'm toppin' out I know I got more to prove, ain't even started yet I know I got more to do, ain't hit the hottest yet When I be deep in my blues, think back what papa said He told me, Chris, ain't nothin' to lose, I told him, kick it Out my head, I'm always overthinkin' If I could guess, I'd put the fear of losin' over women I lose, I wish I had a gun so I could load a clip in I turn the biro to myself, I need a ball of rhythm So, now you know my business, I hope you know you're not alone Get back on your mission and only focus on your own You doubt what my vision, I'll have to show you to the door Spend a lot more from the road, shotgun, go and go Yeah, the shotgun, go and go Never pass, no, it's hit, gone, overdose Got a bad little bitch from Golden Shoals Make the mass on my ship go fully roast Yeah, the shotgun, go and go Never pass, no, it's hit, gone, overdose Got a bad little bitch from Golden Shoals Make the mass on my ship go fully roast Kick it out my head, I'm always overthinkin' If I could guess, I'd put the fear of losin' over women I lose, I wish I had a gun so I could load a clip in I turn the biro to myself, I need a ball of rhythm So, now you know my business, I hope you know you're not alone Get back on your mission and only focus on your own You doubt what my vision, I'll have to show you to the door Spend a lot more from the road, shotgun, go and go It's a go and go, yeah It's a go and go, yeah It's a go and go * a real woman, we don't owe it, so Yeah, we don't owe it, so