Wussup

What's good Lagoon pull up in yo' hood like a hood Man I wish a bitch would, really test me if they could We gon' rearrange yo life, if you get misunderstood North side, young blood, lemme know wussup You ain't bool bitch I was flipping grams when you was playing after school, bitch I done flipped the switch I'm making legal money too bitch I ate sleep for dinner, it was drugs or it was food bitch I been on my own, just dodged a case, I'm goin through shit Who move 50 deep in Chicopee No one in this city gon' do shit like me Bitch we ain't a group, we a trilogy I dropped Prologue just to air out all the shit with me Half these pussies couldn't speak on what I speak Run up on you, take ya gold but I'll leave you with a halo Talkin' big on Twitter in reality you lay low Man I'm drinking on the regular it keep me stable Pop up in yo' hood leave you shocked like jumper cables I was 16, snorting pills, parking lot of Walgreens, I ain't sleep that night Best believe I wanted to die, demons ain't win that fight Heart used to be solid gold, now it's made of charcoal Lagoon pull up in yo' hood like a hood Man I wish a bitch would, really test me if they could We gon' rearrange yo life, if you get misunderstood North side, young blood, lemme know wussup Grab your rosary beads, say your Hail Mary's Cause TY In this bitch and it gon' get scary I can't rock True's I'm an atheist, dick game gon' break a bitch I think I found my niche, if he keep frontin' I leave that boy in a ditch I ain't got shit to lose so I ain't hesitant Roach Gang run shit, please don't conflict I need diamond orthodontics, money calling workaholic I need more than just a stock clip A&R stalking me, why yo' bitch still talk to me Youngin's try to walk and talk like me but they not me I just want my cash looking like that San Andreas Cheat code We some threats, Midas touch, got the gold on my neck And if your bitch wanna chill the set, then We don't want her pass that hoe to the rest Now they fearing us Like we spittin' in Braille I know they feelin' us Real recognize real Talk about the wrong shit gon' get you killed Nobody care if you come from the 'Field Nobody fighting when clips getting spilled Sometimes I miss pressing pills, hopping fences and deals But I'm better off working to sign for a mil cause These streets ain't gone save you when somebody squeal Bitch