Tragedies

Locked in the studio reminiscing bout some tragedies They ain't really bout that shit they claiming they can't vouch for me Really I been solo shit get grimey I get 30 deep Took one to his fitted, he ain't playing that boy really sleep Had to watch who I called my brother, he won't die for me Had to cut most these moochers off, they won't break bread with me Fucking wit me it's gone be a backend and it won't be cheap Just make sure it's bout a fucking bag when they speak on me I done seen it all, really I done been around killas I couldn't even put my potna's on That shit was bad business Blink to long shit get wicked So i gotta keep a pistol Talking bout me bad them tables turn Now they playing victim I been traumatized in this shit it ain't no love Family don't mean shit I seen that envy from my blood They showing a lot of fake love for some clout, I ain't surprised I say f*ck em, then it's f*ck em, they got x's on they eyes Imma savage You can walk wit me This shit way too extravagant I told A1 I need Za This shit don't go in no baggie All that old shit they be talking they can have it I really been getting through some tragedies Locked in the studio reminiscing bout some tragedies They ain't really bout that shit they claim and they can't vouch for me Really I been solo shit get grimey I get 30 deep Took one to his fitted, he ain't playing that boy really sleep Had to watch who I called my brother, he won't die for me Had to cut most these moochers off, they won't break bread with me Fucking wit me it's gone be a backend and it won't be cheap Just make sure it's bout a fucking bag when they speak on me Head on a swivel I can't trust nobody naw naw They be praying on my downfall give 'em some pom poms They moving too fast I be clutching, I be paranoid Love my lil bitch she be goin crazy, i don't gotta ask for it It's one of them days I ain't stopping at no red lights tonight Up before them old folks in the morning, this that fast life I be hearing 'em sneak diss on me Nigga what yo bag like I'm the type nigga give my bitch anything long as she act right You the type nigga come up and leave yo nigga broke You dead wrong I be on them cameras watching everything before I head home Every time i reminisce in this studio i smoke a whole zone 50 in this clip i'll pull the trigger til yo head gone Locked in the studio reminiscing bout some tragedies They ain't really bout that shit they claim and they can't vouch for me Really I been solo shit get grimey I get 30 deep Took one to his fitted, he ain't playing that boy really sleep Had to watch who I called my brother, he won't die for me Had to cut most these moochers off, they won't break bread with me Fucking wit me it's gone be a backend and it won't be cheap Just make sure it's bout a fucking bag when they speak on me