Turnt Back v2 (feat. Demetrius)

Yeah, yeah Thank God every morning when I wake And every night when I go to bed Okay Uh Look I don't need nothing from you Got roaches and stems All over the crib My head spinning Bro you know what it is My legs lifted Hopping into the Benz As I look over my shoulder God in control My trust in this world at an all time low That's why I been rolling this dope up My mama told me say no But I always wanted to grow up I pray my confidence never get lower I pray to God we don't lose no more soldiers Every day On God ain't none of y'all want problems Don't start em My papa raised me to fight 'em off 'em My papa raised me to run the office No problems I don't want 'em Won't sold soul, no offers I ain't sold for no profit Gon' cop it Gon' pop shit I ain't really gon' stay to watch it Stay to stop it Not involved, won't say I squashed it Muh' fuckers stay watching pockets Bitch I might have lost it I been off my rocker lately Only God can save me Jesus take the wheel Something been drive me crazy I'm still my mama's baby Always just what God done made me Fuck outta here Ain't invite you to my conversation Funny how they only watching When my back be turned Stabbing on my back Think that be hurting Nah, bitch You ain't acting perfect I'm exactly why The facts be worth it They be faking shit No plastic surgeon Watching for snakes With my eyes on my plate I wasn't raised on hate I pray my brothers make it Even if it's by mistake Even if they bigger than me Lifting the heat If a n**** touch him Thinking he live He'll wish that he wasn't You boys is just bammas Busters, suckers, fuck you And I won't take that back Until the Lord bring back my cousin The good fly with the doves And I'm left here beside the buzzards Reconstructing destruction I been lost inside the function Caught a n**** at Lucky's Ironic because he wasn't We had him stuttering Stuck, stumbling, running Fumbled his bottle Left him his life and his wallet And that's mercy Cause we keep it full throttle It won't a change of heart He gotta live with that fear He's marked Westside Funny how they only watching When my back be turned Stabbing on my back Think that be hurting Nah, bitch You ain't acting perfect I'm exactly why The facts be worth it They be faking shit No plastic surgeon At it for certain Ain't no actors round my person I been made that for sure Since I was back there in my burner I been sat for a second Now I'm back to stretching I get sacrificial for the bag Nah I'm kidding Go hit Saks get fitted I ain't even tripping Bout no competition I been sitting back and laughing with 'em In the back with the bitches Tossing Monopoly cash at 'em I don't stop for nobody 'Less they point the flash at him Gon' attack when I flag at 'em My bag different It's way different I swear it's Funny how they only watching When my back be turned Stabbing on my back Think that be hurting Nah, bitch You ain't acting perfect I'm exactly why The facts be worth it They be faking shit No plastic surgeon