Lyrics
Let us be so crazy
Evergreen with the heat, yeah
James about that jack boy
I just want all my dawgs see the same shit that I see
I been fighting the niggas that they wanted me to be
They say it's kill or be killed, my niggas stay in the field
And I like TP3, calling all the shots and
I been moving heartless, my life is what's too toxic
I put my hoodie on, walking through the Bronx, yeah
I told my next bitch if he play, then I'm gon' off him
Falling victim to emo, just change the topic
R.I.P. Pop, we want all the smoke
Living in my thoughts, never sleep, know I be woke
Play the streets like the post, mainly giving go
Cuzzo told me stack it, never tell him bout it though
Good kid, man, city wasn't pistol toe hit
But he kept the poker, bank out how he learned to throw heads
Still sharp and still his chest, you gotta focus
Ain't locked, but this great hoodie, it stay loaded
How you give up on your family, you ain't did enough
Get that girl wrong, but you mad I picked her up
I put crowns on all my queens, cuz they the one who make the kings
I told her, play all your jokers, uh
I just want all my dawgs see the same shit that I see
I been fighting the niggas that they wanted me to be
They say it's kill or be killed, my niggas stay in the field
Loading unlicensed TP3, calling all the shots and
I been moving heartless, my latches was too toxic
I put my hoodie on, walking through the Bronx, yeah
I told my next bitch if he play that, I'm gon' off him
Falling victim to emotions, change the topic
My trust done diminished, lost vision
Fucking with some shit when my heart wasn't in it
Now it's to get back, still wanna shoot that fade
Come get your bitch back, ain't with the back
In full fame with the chit chat, like Rocky
Ho, show me my opponent
Living in the present when you living in the moment
Touched the only time that a nigga in a coma
Look in the spot, bitch, you know my aroma
It get harder to trust, they be doing a lot
Aim at my mother, you can't come in the spot
Pillow talking, that's what get niggas got
Bando, it was two to a cot
This loyalty, that's what get niggas cropped
I spit crack like a rock, crazy grams
Immigrated, wasn't put on the stock
Gotta cop me a lot, let it sit like a pot
Slow whip, made a flip off a opp
Dummy
Guy James, Justin Medina
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