Mistaken

Hop out the car do the race Or shoot back and get out the way Get one of them young niggas to scrape off the plate He keep acting like that he know he get faced Hell of hoes all in my mothafuckin face I got no love for no hoe that complain I told you baby that you keep me sane But see loving them hoes, that's mistake But see look that's my fault It's a cruel ass world ain't no time to be soft Telling these hoes that they hoes and that's all She know that I'm rude, she hate how I talk Shot out his shoes that boy cannot walk Inhale the air, it's blood on the wall (Inhale the air, it's blood on the wall Inhale the air, it's blood on the wall) We living to die so just do it Just look in my eyes, do I look stupid Shot through his heart, boy cupid This drink in my cup got me really booted And I don't give a f*ck I might shoot it She call me "wassup, like what you doing" John Wick like with the stick Cause you see a real nigga well suited Talk all that shit that you see Stalking that bitch just to see where he be Living that fake life just wannabe And I'm just living my life, honestly I can't give no fucks I can't show no love If I did is it not enough Stick in them you getting touched I can't really show you love You gon really speak to bugs I can't even lie, I did my dirt it was a must I can't really lie about that I washed my hands and turned my back This shit be lame that shit be wack I can't explain, it's gon make me mad Hop on a plane and never come back Hop out the car and do the race Or shoot back and still get away Get one of them young niggas to scrape off the plate He keep acting like that he know he get faced Hell of hoes all in my mothafuckin face I got no love for no hoe that complain I told you baby that you keep me sane But see loving them hoes, that's mistake But see look that's my fault It's a cruel ass world ain't no time to be soft Telling these hoes that they hoes and that's all She know that I'm rude, she hate how I talk Shot out his shoes that boy cannot walk Inhale the air, it's blood on the wall (Inhale the air, it's blood on the wall Inhale the air, it's blood on the wall) We living to die so just do it Just look in my eyes, do I look stupid Shot through his heart, boy cupid This drink in my cup got me really booted And I don't give a f*ck I might shoot it She call me "wassup, like what you doing" John Wick like with the stick No stylist I really be suited