reprecussions

Lyrics

, don't bring them problems to my momma house, play around, some say he was never found, you play out of bounds, problem? you best say it now and we won't wave it down, moving through my haters town, none of them are proud, i'm on my flyer shit, i'm buttoned up, i leveled up, i told my girl, be back, i doubled up, i made her blush, i'm on a half, i'm feeling wired up, big body truck, i'm high as fuck, i'm doing like 90 something, i'm playing ready bout the baby, got my body jumping, my queen with me, she ain't tripping, shit you gotta love it, skip the discussions, repercussions, keep that reefer coming, i smoked an l and told my dawgs "you know it's all or nothing", keep adding crunches, every day i'm adding minor touches, somebody bluffing, everybody claim they getting money, you people funny, all i'm thinking when i'm out in london, i made it public, independent, you know how i'm coming, feel it in your stomach, people talking like he up to something, i'm alpha stomping, got it jumping like i'm kylie jenner, somebody tell 'em shit get crazy when i find a rhythm, i'm dying to get 'em, i been patient, i been handling business, them big decisions got me privileged, been on my wildest dreams, no hesitation, know i'm coming with no reservations, just hella changes for my people, we need reparations, them devil stations, i been healing all my past relations, through conversations, treat this music like my testimony, my revelations, still i know i'm nowhere near my greatest, working on it, i got two mac-11's and went and bought me a k', i been fighting the devil, feel like i'm locked in the cage, how you dig with no shovel, rebel you lost in a daze, all my niggas is instrumental, we're running the fade, i got two sticks with a drum kit, what you want, bitch?, oh shit, you a locksmith, you can get popped quick, oh lord, oh no, i swear to god, i heard you're pussy when i'm in the park, you been a fraud, only reason that you ain't split it all, you still a fraud, hold a a synagogue, i been a god, it's dead, hood nation, body bag, and we the motherfuckin' truth, ya heard?