SMD

Everytime I touch a track I'm speaking facts and thats a fact People love to do u bad and then get mad when u react People love to call my phone when they need help dont hit my jack I was givin u my hand but now I gotta turn my back on you But damn its kinda sad I showin people love and they was showin me they ass I was showin too much love and now my heart turned black I aint want shit but some love couldnt even gimme that (f*ck em) Money never make me or break me I never cherished it Grown men beefin wit lil kids that shit embarrassin Take shit to da grave before I tell u imma bury it How u tryna tell me bout my shoes and u ain't wearin em Like cmon lets be serious I tried to let you niggas live but f*ck that I aint sparin em no more Whats ya resume i'm curious I really put the work in for dis shit it wasn't inherited I really put my all into this they wasnt hearin it Aww shit Guap u on that boss shit Too good to be true i'm on some meek and on some ross shit It cost to be the boss im some tryna pay that cost shit Tryna tell me what im doin wrong like u aint on some flawed shit U stupid if u cross him U niggas too damn old to still be movin on some soft shit U had it but u lost it I tried to keep it thurl but niggas cooked me im exhausted U said u want da smoke I hope u ready for dat coffin (Hope you ready for it real talk) And dont ask me bout dat glock u know I stay wit it And dont ask me bout nobody u dont see me hangin wit Them motherfuckas know they made they bed they gotta lay in it Bro know that switchy come wit FED time but he still sprayin it You know these bitches be for everybody why would u claim da bitch Im in da road to da riches right now So if u wit me buckle up you know we bouta take dis trip im goin crazy (God damn Guap u goin crazy on this shit nigga) Aww shit Guap u on that boss shit Too good to be true i'm on some meek and on some ross shit It cost to be the boss im on some tryna pay that cost shit Tryna tell me what im doin wrong like u aint on no flawed shit U stupid if u cross him U niggas too damn old to still be movin on that soft shit U had it but u lost it I tried to keep it thurl but niggas cooked me im exhausted And dont ask me bout dat glock u know I stay wit ok And dont ask me bout nobody u dont see me hangin wit Them mfs know they made they bed they gotta lay in it You know these bitches be for everybody why would u claim da bitch Bro know that switchy might just send em to da FEDS Iont even tell em to be safe im tellin bro stay dangerous