[Intro]
Unh
Ayy [?]
Yung Dza

[Verse]
Ayy, what the fuck I'm supposed to do when n***as come to me for help?
Yac ain't got no therapist, he just be talking to himself
Just stay thinking positive and I stay hoping all is well
I be thinking 'bout this shit while I be smoking by myself
But when I'm around the people, I still be inside of my head
Once I see the clown in people, all I seem to see is red
When you look inside my face, know all I seem to be is dead
All my innocence is gone and all the blood that I done shed
Looking like a demon off this pill, but I beliеve in Jesus
Looking like a n***a walkеd through Hell, but I'm just leaving Neiman's
I'ma do the skid then hop back in, tell bro, "Just leave it running"
Bad bitch left her address in my DM's, I ain't even comin'
50 shots, up two extendos, leave at least a hunnid
He gon' leave with bullet holes in his shit tryna leave with somethin'
He gon' die protecting someone else death, he gon' bleed for nothing
I'ma make one call, if he pick up, that shit gon' end discussion
Ayy, that ain't your Blick, let me show you how to shoot that shit
Click it, then hit it, put your enemy of top of it
The shooter is on point, he be on top of shit
Stand over the top of him and pop his shit
All 'cause he was poppin' shit
That boy on the internet, he @-ing n***as he don't even know
He talking crazy on my phone, but he don't know we at his show
He said it's up, he said it's stuck
We got the load and we got low
I had a dream I caught two bodies and I got away with both
If he snitchin', fuck his life, I'm acting racist to that type
I get persuasive with that pipe, convince that boy give me his life
I got that burner on my hip, I up that flame and I ignite
I spent more money on this gun than you got on, boy, fuck a fight
He was dancing with the devil, now he turning in his grave
When you run from me, you runnin' from a monster that you made
Very little that you can do, but it ain't nothing that you could say
A big AR, he running far, I'm pullin' cards, we playing spades
He gon' give me what's up on him, I'm gon' take it if I want it
I got killers, put 'em on him if he tryna be my opponent
Let that chopper suit him up, it hit his head, he look like Conan
I've seen some shit that turnt a lil' boy to a demon
Ridin' with that stick like I'm handicapped, I got a limp
If I'm headlining this bitch, fuck security, we got 'em in
Another check just hit, we goin' shoppin' then
Buy my bitch some lingerie to model in (Yung Dza)
I keep my feelings bottled in
[Instrumental Outro]