Telling (feat. Rell Dray)

(Ace banks on the track) It's a lot of n****s they telling Who would've thought the bitch would make me a felon N***a try me ima send him to heaven I don't tote guns but I'm clutching my weapon They say I jumped off the porch as a lil kid N***a I ain't have a porch to begin with N****s bitch made so I'm aiming at they wig Mama swear I been stressed out I wanna shoot through his chest now Lil bubba couldn't beat his murder trial I been feeling like a lonely child I been hurt and my heart has been damaged Who am I to try and give it to Anne If you ride we gonna start us a family When I say that you get mad and you panic Tired of drowning you like we on the titanic With my eyes closed I still see my brother We ain't had nothing all we really had was each other Shootout in the same circle almost hit gutta Like damn how the f*ck ima tell his mama He probably would've died as a pocket rocket Since that day we don't talk about it Yea I ain't doing no talking if you ain't my friend I know that my brothers gonna stick to the end Freestyle this shit I don't need me a pen I'm going places I ain't never been She was four turned her to a ten Ain't doing no stopping cause I'm going in Pull up for the shot and that shit going in Shout out to my mama I know how to win Hop on the beat like a mother fucking veteran Stack up the paper take care of my brethren Take a look around Do you got a real one on your team Do you got a real one who would never leave Would you come to the rescue when I'm in need Would you hold it down when I'm not around It's hard to trust people everybody clowns I just bought me a glock and I filled it with rounds If You say you with me then don't let me down It's a lot of n****s they telling Who would've thought the bitch would make me a felon N***a try me ima send him to heaven I don't tote guns but I'm clutching my weapon They say I jumped off the porch as a lil kid N***a I ain't have a porch to begin with N****s bitch made so I'm aiming at they wig Mama swear I been stressed out I wanna shoot through his chest now Lil bubba couldn't beat his murder trial I been feeling like a lonely child I been hurt and my heart has been damaged Who am I to try and give it to Anne If you ride we gonna start us a family When I say that you get mad and you panic Tired of drowning you like we on the titanic With my eyes closed I still see my brother We ain't had nothing all we really had was each other Shootout in the same circle almost hit gutta Like damn how the f*ck ima tell his mama He probably would've died as a pocket rocket Since that day we don't talk about it Yea I ain't doing no talking if you ain't my friend I know that my brothers gonna stick to the end