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