Renegade

Oh-oh, oh-oh (Heat Execs) (Mercy Beats, nigga) Oh-oh, oh-oh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (ayo, Marquees) A couple times I done suffered all from my mistakes I just been prayin' for some better days Clutchin' this heater, mixin' the drink in the Minute Maid People changin' on me, I should call this shit the renegade Passin' on the block, hang out the top like this a whole parade Came from out the shotgun house, my family say they so amazed Used to pull up to the doctor, know I'm straight 'cause I'm on Medicaid I'm a young rich nigga, use to thug out with Lil Kevo by the palisades Came from out them trenches I won't never look back The judge hollerin', "Take the probation," I still tote on this gat Ain't no arguin', come off the hip, you know I'm quick to do that Plus I don't bother nobody, so they shouldn't care to bother back Bae lil' pussy, yeah, I slaughter that Shit be so wet, I come around, you know I water that Never back down, when it got dumb, showed me you got my back Never been slimey with these niggas, appreciate that shit Now bend over and take this dick I'ma go all in until it's all gone (my God) Somehow I make it through with nobody to call on Sick of feelin' poverty and sorrow (oh Lord) This for the youngins, day to day, won't see tomorrow A couple times I done suffered all from my mistakes I just been prayin' for some better days Clutchin' this heater, mixin' the drink in the Minute Maid People changin' on me, I should call this shit the renegade Passin' on the block, hang out the top like this a whole parade Came from out the shotgun house, my family say they so amazed Used to pull up to the doctor, know I'm straight 'cause I'm on Medicaid I'm a young rich nigga, use to thug out with Lil Kevo by the palisades Oh Lord, I been all to myself Tryna focus, been full of doja with that Glock by my belt Yeah, forgive me Lord, I gotta work on myself Up to par, but in reality I was searchin' for help, yeah I'ma go all in until it's all gone (my God) Somehow I make it through with nobody to call on Sick of feelin' poverty and sorrow (oh Lord) This for the youngins, day to day, won't see tomorrow A couple times I done suffered all from my mistakes I just been prayin' for some better days Clutchin' this heater, mixin' the drink in the Minute Maid People changin' on me, I should call this shit the renegade Passin' on the block, hang out the top like this a whole parade Came from out the shotgun house, my family say they so amazed Used to pull up to the doctor, know I'm straight 'cause I'm on Medicaid I'm a young rich nigga, use to thug out with Lil Kevo by the palisades Da, da, da, da-da-da, da-da Da, da, da, da-da-da, da-da Oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh Oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh Ayy Ooh-oh, oh Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-oh Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-oh Da, da, da, da-da-da, da-da (Heat Execs) (Mercy Beats, nigga) (Ayo, Marquees)