Blank (feat. GUS)

It's motherfuckin' hard, K.J Hurt I never thought you would've snaked me how you did More upset I hesitated shoulda fucked you and yo friends Still on wassa' name, I kept her bent over You was gon' OD to numb the pain but I ain't been sober, wait Miss a bag, you know I can't If she bad, expensive taste I'ma smash if she got bank I can't act like I'ma give a f*ck 'bout you or what you think Cuz you'll never how deep it was to come up out the blank nigga What he say I know more than crime Mortifying, mamas crying Baby boy enjoy his time Know it's time Greedy bitches topping me ignoring signs Camera shy, bitch won't get a Birkin 'Till I know it's mine They bullied you I told em pay me for they homework For they let me gas I had to burn it on the stove first I was like 15 when KD showed me how the stove work Now I'm fighting demons hoe my soul hurt We out the mud How it really was Yeah I thank the lord And I thank my plug Pressure kept me calm Royalty in my blood Bitch get in my way I'm gon' get rid of him I don't play Nvti you be turnt like you need Ritalin You don't say 120 I skate away from Jake We skipped the court dates Crackers caught me down in Morgan County How he ain't escape My shawty and lil bro was up in the whip I ain't want them in no chase, f*ck Hurt I never thought you would've snaked me how you did More upset I hesitated shoulda fucked you and yo friends Still on wassa' name, I kept her bent over You was gon' OD to numb the pain but I ain't been sober, wait Miss a bag, you know I can't If she bad, expensive taste I'ma smash if she got bank I can't act like I'ma give a f*ck 'bout you or what you think Cuz you'll never how deep it was to come up out the blank nigga I can't never trick myself and put my all into my bitch If she like it, then I love it Give a damn about what you think 'Cause I'd rather put my trust off in this motherfuckin' switch I ain't tryna chase a sack Bitch I been laughin' to the bank I can't speak on such and such I don't know lil' what's-her-name I don't worry about what they doin' They wanna know the price of fame Okay, I fucked lil' whoopty whoop I ain't even speak about it He told a partner of my partner that he want some heat about it Bitches come and bitches go Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Say he ready to die about that pussy Gon' and tag his toe Forty in my pocket Know I say that shit on every song Every time I leave the house, I grab that bitch and hope I make it home I can't let up off that gas I'm on they ass for real, for real I done seen my partner make a hundred thousand without a deal I done went to sleep a couple nights without eatin' a meal Have you ever seen them bricks inside them trenches For real, for real, for real Oh he just talkin' He ain't never heard them fuckin' bullets fly Ma tryn' pay the bill All she do is cry I would just a youngin Used to sit back and wonder why Yeah This some young godly shit No, for real, for real Bitch, you got to feel this shit