Bi-polar (westmix)

Yeah, man, I'm just sayin', man, I love that whippin' shit, man Bounce on feed with B4-1, switch it, put shit to sleep If you ain't tryna hear that rapid fire, then don't speak bout the beef Nugget tapped a nigga, four is on, feelin' like Mopi Don't be postin' like you, I heard choppin', ain't never sold no pea I'm in my own lane, ain't duckin' shit, laid back on D Can't go nowhere lackin', I'm in it, yo, still clutchin' on my heat I ain't really no rapper, I just put my lifestyle on the beats Feelin' like Tyreek, been feelin' pain, but I'm just tryna heal Lonely Sammy D, say his name in vain, then yo ass get killed Lonely, double limb, miss them days, papa works up in the field The only reason I can sleep at night, because yo killer killed I live my life with no regrets, I know I ain't got much time here So I just run up cash, you grown as f*ck, sittin' on yo ass I knew he was a rook, he did a skit with no gloves or mask Seen me burpin' in my rearview, fake dude left, thought it was TAS On my way from the east, fresh off a drill, my black cats filled with glass If I hop on feed with them choppers, we gon' get on yo ass Seen the offense, traffic ain't have no choice, buck the buck through the glass My bitches say I'm mean, what can I say, nice guys finish last Just cause yo ass my blood, that don't know me, yo ass gon' get a pass This ain't got power, you hit a motor soon as I hit the gas I took him on his speed, damn near on E-Buck, 20 was on the dash I don't give no f*ck, I'm in some slow, I'm still gon' shake they ass Hop on feed with the Drake, just like a cake, I'm gon' bake his ass