(Ayo, Shane taking off on this)
Why them niggas keep dying
'Cause they don't know how to move like us
And they ain't none of our kind
Got a new way and he got stepped on
Nigga just stay in your side
I was blind leading the blind
I was trying to swallow my pride
Put an eight in a two litre
I was slow dancing with the devil
She gon' fuck me like I'm somebody special
You ain't special baby, put it together
Sent her stones, you can call me Rosetta
Trap queen, call my baby Griselda
We been up working all night
Serving those fiends under moonlight
Mama said gotta do right
If we don't throw, gotta move light
Watch it back, kiss it 2 times
Never trip, keep your shoes tied
If it's us, mass on side, huh
We back to back, yeah we back with the motion
Niggas mad 'cause we having some motion
Get them going, we gon' end the commotion
(I feel like Roy Jones with the Cartiers on)
Bitch, I ain't going for nothing
(Watch how you talk, lower your tone)
You wanna get smoke to something
(Only thing on my mind is, "Make it back home")
I gotta go hard for something (I gotta go hard)
I gotta go hard for something
I gotta go hard
(I feel like Roy Jones with the Cartiers on)
Bitch, I ain't going for nothing
(Watch how you talk, lower your tone)
You wanna get smoke to something
(Only thing on my mind is, "Make it back home")
I gotta go hard for something (I gotta go hard)
I gotta go hard for something (I gotta go hard)
I gotta go hard (hard)
Meditate, hit the wood in Ella Bay
Fake friend, gotta separate
Before you came, I was doing great
Before the wind, I had to take a few lousers
We was hurting, yeah I know you saw it
We was tucking them dirty lil' promise
And the dirt book came out flawless
Feel all them fake eyes so I T'd to my dead guy
Remember days I was dancing tryna get by
But I put my head high
I know these niggas they ain't really proud of us
No, they ain't really proud of us
Me and Leo back to back in them Hellcats
They gon' really be mad at us, tryna capture us
Bitch, we still running around with the hammers too
We gon' be looking around like we running from Jay
'Cause we tryna get in, but you get in for treasure
You not a street nigga, you just in the way
When they call to play my nigga
I still remember that they didn't come back for us
When we caught our plane my nigga
They hated our guts, that they headed out for us
(I feel like Roy Jones with the Cartiers on)
Bitch, I ain't going for nothing
(Watch how you talk, lower your tone)
You wanna get smoke to something
(Only thing on my mind is, "Make it back home")
I gotta go hard for something (I gotta go hard)
I gotta go hard for something
I gotta go hard (hard)
(I feel like Roy Jones with the Cartiers on)
Bitch, I ain't going for nothing
(Watch how you talk, lower your tone)
You wanna get smoke to some
(Only thing on my mind is, "Make it back home")
I gotta go hard for something (I gotta go hard)
I gotta go hard for something (I gotta go hard)
I gotta go hard (hard, hard, hard, hard, hard)