Rumors

Yeah Yeah uh ,yeah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Hold up I'm in the studio right now I'm call you right after I'm done
Still reminiscing about them old days yeah
I got Niggas in the dirt dog, I hate how shshsh I don't wanna talk about
So don't ask me why I don't smile up on my pictures I got nothing to smile about
When them shots rang off like birds flying
Dead bodies dropping, you don't know that feeling
When your brother is dying, he gasping for air and you can't do nothing about it
They say god calling, let me talk to him
I need to get some shitt of my chest dog
I know you see how they spread lies and rumors about me
They don't even know me
(They don't even fucking know me)
For the love of that paper, look how they switched up on me
Jumped up on my back when y'all needed a hand, I give it to them all
Some much pain on me, no wonder why I got some manny back problems
Look how theses bitches wanna play me (Yeah)
I'm jumping walls to walls to get my fucking self right
You wanna book me for a show, you better get that price right
Man fuck the pain shittt, run it back I'm dangerous
I'm hitting licks back to back watch who you play with
I got to much on me right now sticks in the back of the whip right now
(Let me shoot this bitch right now)
Fuck I look like letting these niggas in my circle
If you ain't with the shitts, Nigga just stop it
And, I don't even gang bang
When it comes down to this shitt I'm let my glock sing
Yeah, hell
Yeah, I'm let this bitch single
Get your story straight we red dot winners
We don't fuck with the green beeps
You wanna speak on me you better get my name
And my story correct cause bitch I'm really about about and I'm slide about
I got people around me shock
How I switched my life around me
They keep asking me how how how how
(Uh, let's go again)
Still reminiscing about them old days yeah
I got Niggas in the dirt dog
I hate how shshsh I don't wanna talk about
So don't ask me why I don't smile up on my pictures
I got nothing to smile about
When them shots rang off like birds flying
Dead bodies dropping, you don't know that feeling
When your brother is dying, he gasping for air and you can't nothing about it
They say god calling, let talk to him
I need to get some shitt of my chest dog
I know you see how they spread lies and rumors about me
They don't even know me
They don't know me
I paid the price for all them niggas I trusted
I'm getting tried of these niggas stepping over me
How the fuck I'm looking up to y'all, y'all look down on me
Ay Still reminiscing about them old days yeah
I got Niggas in the dirt dog, I hate how shshsh I don't wanna talk about
So don't ask me why I don't smile up on my picture got nothing to smile about