Check, uh Right, uh It's a lotta, uh It's a lotta, uh It's a lotta, it's a lotta It's a lotta cold nights off the pains in this bitch Water whippin' on some 'caine in this bitch Bobbin' when they shoulda slanged in this bitch It's a lotta, it's a lotta cold tears, hard times in this bitch Murder can't stay off my mind in this bitch Ain't no love, she gon' reside in this bitch Wakin' up to cold sweats, I'm soakin' wet Ain't got the stomach or the mind for this shit You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this shit? It's a lotta, it's a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this bitch It's all fun and games till a nigga need to bail out and ain't got the funds in this bitch Fuck-ass nigga, only comin' 'round me when your down on your luck-ass nigga Ask who the fuck I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga Poppin' in another clip and if they catch me slippin', least I never ducked nan', nigga Ask who the fuck I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga Get the switches, got the bitches mixin' up the fent' and dirtied up the dishes Customary obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition Suck me in the on 26s, fuck a phone or video, some bitches Ask who the fuck I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust these bitches, yeah Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah) You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (ooh, yeah-yeah) It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (ooh, yeah-yeah) Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (ooh, yeah-yeah) It's a lotta, it's a lotta niggas I would probably love to take in (ooh, yeah-yeah) It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, but, I wanna see my babies (ooh, yeah-yeah) Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah) No flatter (yeah), pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah) Shit is scary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition Dippin' in the on 26s, mixin' up the fent', we dirtied up the dishes It's a lot of, it's a lot of stab wounds, scars, stitches on my body Niggas wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit but I ain't snitchin' on nobody Fuck-ass nigga, I done whipped across the map to get a nigga whacked, I crossed a couple different timezones Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed Feel like niggas never really met a plug, all imaginary Pablos Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed It's a lot of fuck niggas false-flaggin' on the gang, steady duckin' calls Hope them niggas changed, on the 'Gram, spoutin' off a nigga name It's a lotta, it's a lotta, said it's a lot of niggas fightin' versus one of me Before I run off, they gon' have to murder me I reminisce on what this shit did done done to me A lot of white sheet, yellow tape dreams When your life a nightmare, you can't dream So instead of runnin', tryna chase dreams I was makin' sure the safe clean It's a lotta, niggas on the state team Give a white sheet, yellow tape dreams Tie a nigga up, 'cause I don't chase dreams I was makin' sure the safe clean, it's a lot Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah) You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (ooh, yeah-yeah) It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (ooh, yeah-yeah) Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (ooh, yeah-yeah) It's a lotta, it's a lotta niggas I would probably love to take in (ooh, yeah-yeah) It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, but, I wanna see my babies (ooh, yeah-yeah) Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah) No flatter, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (ooh, yeah-yeah)