Bullseye

Four niggas sleep in my crib that's a trap for real With my brothers and I swear I love em And I'll never ever turn my back on them I remember when the pack was stems That was back when a nigga crashed on the dems Member when the cash was thin That was back when I wish I had just a M I gotta go get it fast Know my momma been waiting to get the bag She told me to be patient I'm smoking gas Even though that she hate it and think it's bad Still stuck in the matrix can't go out sad When I blow out the vapors think bout my dad Naw I ain't finna get into none of that Rather save all of my feelings for other tracks Know them niggas you wit they gon really rat See you toting them sticks is it really that Heard you hitting them licks Did you really crack Everything that I spit it be fucking facts I'm finna ball that's my word Yo girl on my dick She be pissed she ain't getting that I don't f*ck with the bitch You can get her back I ain't never been one to go tit for tat My nigga I know you ain't I know you ain't done That shit I know you ain't done Hell naw Had to make a quick play on the flip phone Tryna get out the game So I'm rapping my pain Get away from the J's Leave me hell lone Even though I'm on earth it is hell on Will I make it to heaven or headstone I been praying to God cause we need him Savage be riding tinted five wit pounds in a Beamer I be chillin with my rounds Smoking out the ounce Made promises I gotta keep em Owe my mama a new house New whip for my spouse Ballin out like we never seen a drought Stallin out All these niggas who was dissin Calling out All they do is run they mouth Like This nigga fucking crazy I don't even know what's going on Elevation Outta my mind Premeditated I gotta grind no seconds wasted Running out of time No hesitating Look at how I rhyme It's never basic Look at how I glide I'm levitating Demons on my side Can never shake me I got way too much pride Can never break me Niggas full of them lies So why they hate me I stay strapped with a nine Won't let em take me Momma still want me up out the streets As of lately this been the way I can eat Cause niggas still ain't paying me for the features If you ain't my mans Ain't nothin free Cause I need them bands in front of me Yeah I'm taking the stand I'm finna preach If you wasn't a grand before the bling You don't look like a man More like a leach We still pull up in vans Choppa come in hand Niggas think its stopping It's f*ck what they saying All them bodies dropping You hear that they spraying Brodie let it rock Like he drum in a band And I might drop the top if I cop me a benz If I'm going shopping take all of my friends For nights that we starved won't do that again This joint hittin hard I'm losing my wind Shoot for the stars Cause I gotta win How many tapes How many songs How many bars do I gotta give How many percs How much drank How many gars do I gotta peel All of the hate All of the scrapes How many scars do I gotta heal Niggas be fake I can't relate All that my squad know is real Ain't no debate Imma be great Know that my dogs they gon kill All of the snakes I gotta shake Gotta get far away from here Know I got what it takes Until I can't I'm what y'all niggas fear So gimme some space and meet me at the gates for all my dogs who ain't here Well I guess You got any last words I got the recipe I can't let these niggas get out ahead of me Never let em think that they got the best of me I'm just focusing on being a better me Tell my shorty that I'm sick of the lecturing Then told her imma dip if it ain't no pleasuring With this rapping shit ain't nobody next to me Feel like it ain't nobody out here testing me Still Brodie toting even if he got felonies So I'm a hold it if they throw on the cherry beams And its golden They ain't notice I switched up the flow just to go get the cash though Promised Mama to go get the bag So I gotta go get it and make sure to stack dough Better than half of these niggas that rap So I really don't even have reason to brag though Put me on any beat and it's tag toe It ain't important who hot It just matter who lasts bro Gang Bullseye