Hit that b#tch from the back, now she a track star
Crazy how I’m from the block, now I’m a rap star
Lil’ brodie serving out the Civic, that’s the trap car
You sittin’ on the same bag, what you trap for?
I’m runnin’ circles ’round these n#gg#s like the NASCAR
I know you never seen the kid going that far
Couple people crossed me out, what you do that for?
My heart is broken
I’m the rock star from the trenches, I jest speak about my life
Me and bro was in the kitchen, crazy, had to risk our lives
Ain’t asleep, but I got dreams, but I do not sleep at night
Gave my heart and she broke it, now I won’t givе her nothin’ but pipe
I know just how pain feel
You feeling pain still
Oh, no, can’t leavе the pain pills
Turned your back on your guys, boy, you ain’t real
Me and my brodie was serving
Remember days we was lurking
Go hit the streets, we ain’t working
We took a loss, we was learning
My brother fall, pick him up, we real tight like a virgin
It hurt me when she switched up, just wanna f#ck, I ain’t flirting
Hit that b#tch from the back, now she a track star
Crazy how I’m from the block, now I’m a rap star
Lil’ brodie serving out the Civic, that’s the trap car
You sittin’ on the same bag, what you trap for?
I’m runnin’ circles ’round these n#gg#s like the NASCAR
I know you never seen the kid going that far
Couple people crossed me out, what you do that for?
My heart is broken
I know how pain feel
I’m feeling pain still
Get numb on these pain pills
The ones that I love, they just ain’t real
They got ‘Quise on house arrest, my dog gon’ let it ride sideways
Telling me forgive, I hate the fact I’m stuck in my ways
We the ones get active, let me catch you on that highway
Don’t get in my way, can’t name a time that I’ll play
b#tch, get on
Opps, get ’em gone
Clutchin’ on my fire and I’m a long way from home
I ain’t tryna hit his house, I’m tryna hit him in his dome
Ever since she broke my heart, been treatin’ every b#tch wrong
I just take my life events and then I put ’em in a song
What you know about them shootouts late night, bustin’ chrome?
Have you ran off on the plug and had to get the pack loaned?
Have you ever took a risk just to get your bread long?
Hit that b#tch from the back, now she a track star
Crazy how I’m from the block, now I’m a rap star
Lil’ brodie serving out the Civic, that’s the trap car
You sittin’ on the same bag, what you trap for?
I’m runnin’ circles ’round these n#gg#s like the NASCAR
I know you never seen the kid going that far
Couple people crossed me out, what you do that for?
My heart is broken
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