Lonely (feat. Coldheart 2x)

When shit get lonely, I hold up my Glock Or I Pour Me Up A Four Of Wock When shit hit the fan, I call my pops Cause I thought about huggin' the block These bitches don't love you, I seen it a lot Said she love you, knowin' she a thot I miss all my niggas, free em out the box fighting cases, shootin' for the stars Yeah, that's a man down I was dead broke, but I'm back now Niggas had trouble playin' their position Now we fucked up in the trap now Yeah, my lil' bitch used to lie like she love me Now all her friends want the Smackdown Zaza man yeah the pack around Whatever you need got it back around My mama don't want me sellin' all these drugs But I got pending cases, what can I do I feel like Tupac cause I got the juice Your bitch want me knockin' her doonies loose Goin' through hard times, and I know it's gon' change So f*ck it, we all do Had to learn how to man up And adapt to the change, they ain't comin' to save you Bitch, I'm fully focused Knockin' shit out of the park, man, I'm soundin' like Babe Ruth Gotta stack up these bands Invest it inside of my music, lil' nigga, that's phase two And your bitch says she want me Cause you only talk bout money, I'm showin' what pape do Motivation, see all my brothers excellin' Like shit gotta get on my grind too Cough syrup, you know that shit slow me down When I'm movin' too fast, boo Every step be calculated Why you worry bout me, I done passed you I been prayin' a lot and doin' the footwork Lil' nigga, I fast too Don't make a mistake, I'm still with the bullshit Lil' nigga, I blast you Isn't it lovely? All alone, on the block, with your chrome Prayin' to God that you get home Made a promise, won't leave my moms alone Who the f*ck is these niggas? Worda bro They ain't did shit You can ask hype right now He standin' right here, his bald head's in this clip If he talking hot, he can get clipped And then that's the end Only need members with me and my gun, nigga Give a f*ck bout a friend I put that loyalty first , if you don't relate you bound to get hurt He claim he a gangsta , he getting belt to ass , f*ck it just take em to church , before he end up in a hearse , and then covered with dirt, Walk down on ya block one leg Step back, shootin' shit like I'm dirk I really live the shit that I rap about Lil' nigga, I don't gotta flex, you think you tough You wanna call my bluff, you know what's bout to happen next Nigga, we leave em go send his clothes to the cleaners He won't need em' The way we did that boy out there You shoulda seen him, nigga, we- Hold on, nigga, we packed him, shit was a movie Come get your girl up out my section She tryna do me, I cannot fall in love with a smoochie I'm like, baby, I'm groovy I'm like, baby, I'm wavy If you wanna f*ck me, gotta pay me, like I ain't tryna cap it, it is what it is And I ain't worried bout your man, send shots at his ribs I done got packs off in the freezing cold Nobody, just me and my gun You don't gotta ask nobody Put that on my son, I'm 1 of 1 , nigga He ain't tryna fight, I'm makin' him run These niggas is bums All scrapin' up for some crumbs This shit is sad And they say that they my opps, they make me laugh Nah, they make me mad Gonna make me shoot through the dash