Turned Out

Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out My mentality was burned out So only thing left is, burn loud But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out That’s on bible, bible (Yeah nigga) Death to my rivals, rivals (Despair nigga) Now we up like a high note, high note (Air nigga) Now my music going psycho, psycho Blunt like a big toe Ego like I’m 6’4” Passed on a pistol But hands like Gogo Fire breath like Iroh Stand on my pride doe' It’s Faaathom till it’s death door F*ck it, like it’s Death Row I don’t think you get it I been at it for a minute So I need my recognition I ain’t even playing with ya’ Ain’t gon’ hold you I done told you I’m a soldier You don’t notice You gon’ notice When I up the fucking numbers on your bozos I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends You don’t like it, we don’t f*ck with you man, man, man I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out My mentality was burned out So only thing left is, burn loud But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out Low down dirty nigga with some ambition You some hometown small niggas out here tripping I’m with deep town, uptown real fucking niggas Here’s the low down, real truth, you ain’t fucking with us I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends You don’t like it, we don’t f*ck with you man, man, man I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends Mom I’m sorry for the way that I turned out My mentality was burned out So only thing left is, burn loud But I promise I’mma, I’mma make it out That’s on bible, bible (Yeah nigga) Death to my rivals, rivals (Despair nigga) Now we up like a high note, high note (Air nigga) Now my music going psycho, psycho Psycho I ain’t gonna be another trend, trend, trend Way I’m going up, I don’t see and an end, end, end Go and get a bag, share it with my friends, friends, friends