Hurt

((Berge always flexin') Gloves on I got my gloves on, I got my mask on Look, finna hop out and run down (YoungBoy) And go to sprayin, hit 'til somebody on the ground Mask on, gloves tight, hop out and hit 'em up Caught my first soul at sixteen, but still'll hit you up Them niggas bust my parter up, I'm clutchin', keepin' my gloves tucked I'm tryna whack one of you bitches I said, "Mama, I'm tired, I got pain in my eyes" They don't know emotions I been feelin' since Yella died All the shit I'm hearin' 'bout Tyler, it make me want to cry But I can't soften up, it's time to bust another up Roll 'em up, watch he eat the dust That's on Boozilla soul, catch 'em slippin', knock off his nose (uh) We caught the trigger man lurkin' for the one who made the plan Got to catch that shakeback for Lil Key, then everybody goes Line 'em up and pick him up, five bodies in one cross, ho Poppin' off that lean, I'm off codeine, I can't control it (hol' on) Poppin' all that shit, but that ain't fair 'cause they don't know me Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me Plenty diamonds, plenty money, why the f*ck I can't be chosen? It hurt for to hurt somebody It hurt to know that I don't know no one got me F*ck it, put my mask on, I'm tryna run down Spray this bitch until it click, I get your ass gone (Lil Top) Mama, I'm the murder man, mama, all these stains and things I catch 'em bad and walk down, knock out his fuckin' brain Grandma, I'm a dangerous man, I know I ain't the smartest man But I know how to get it done, so I don't plan to change They don't love me at all, they around for my money, around for my mansion I'm exhausted, tell 'em, "F*ck 'em," they can have it all Stuck on your side, I needed you, it wasn't 'bout me That money made you grew Me and Herm in and out that coupe, tryna get at somethin', why? (Grrt) I heard a pussy nigga said somethin', why? FBI investigatin' on me We make them choppers come fly out, you better cover your child Ain't no aim, I hop out sprayin' around and wavin' it wild Ain't fair, no joy in the world And she said she don't wanna have a child with the slime But I respect this ho mind How you let them mistreat me and I treated you right? You was my five, you was my slime, I needed you in my life (ah) For the last three weeks, Bobo, told 'em how many times you left this bitch and took her lights Bury me on side of granny, in this world, nothin' happy (oh, oh), oh, oh Bury me on side of Dave, they deserved all the caskets, oh, uh I got my gloves on, I got mask on Movin' in, I got my feet taped up, you will never find a print Bobo, tell that bitch, "Try it again," ha We got them cutters for your pussy ass and all your fuckin' friends Poppin' off that lean, I'm off codeine, I can't control it (hol' on) Poppin' all that shit, but that ain't fair 'cause they don't know me Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me Plenty diamonds, plenty money, plenty change And that's for my Bobo, nigga Blacksheep on my arm, he everywhere I go, nigga, believe that Ayy