Straight out the mud I had to get it
Ain't see no other way
On the block they say what's up
But deep down, yeah they hate

Some people ain't got shit to lose
That's why I ride with the K
All this fake shit all around me
Boy I see it every day

Bitch, I gave a hoe my heart
She gave it back, I threw it out
Healing all these wounds with every drug I knew about
Without you, use to relapse
Now I have to do without
Hated them apartments
Greatest day was moving out

Hook:
Turn the ops block straight into a shooting range
Mixing pills with all this syrup
Got me too dеranged
I got issues of my own, man all I do is rage
I got issuеs of my own, man all do is raaaaage

All I do is raaaage
Never afraid switchin lanes
In a drop top cruisin
Just buried my brother, I just might lose it
Mixin all this lean in this Moet, I might do it
Never catch me slippin
Always ridin with my--

Fuck how you feel
Just keep it real
I don't need nobody
These youngins outchea in the ville
Man they catchin bodies
Gucci belt hold up my Glock when I step up in the party
My shooter going dummy
His eyes rollin off the molly


All I know is how, how to keep it real
I could give a fuck, fuck bout how you feel

(All I know is how, how to keep it real)
(I could give a fuck, fuck bout how you feel)

Betrayal hit a little deeper
When you really trust people
And every time I hear your name
It pierce my ears like a needle
Roll the credits, it's all over
Never cared for no sequel
You play with hearts, I play with souls
But don't think that we're equal, nooo

Hook:
Turn the ops block straight into a shooting range
Mixing pills with all this syrup
Got me too deranged
I got issues of my own, man all I do is rage
I got issues of my own, man all do is raaaaage

All I do is raaaage



QUIN NFN

Alot of choppas in the crib
We could shoot movies with it
I be dancing with my whip
And gettin groovy with it
I keep a toolie with me
Know these n***as hatin
At the top my destination
At the grind, I'm dedicated

N***as straight up out the pavement
Try to play with us, it's dangerous
N***as steady tryna argue
They ain't tryna send location
38 special on me, they can't trace it
Any bitch that gon get to trippen
Ima fuck around replace it
And I'm strapped up like haitians
Ima snap like tempations
When you locked up in that station
N***as ain't gon give you na'thin

And they finna favor
We the realest
Tell that n***a, quit that bitchin
'fore we hit them with the smithin


Hook:
Turn the ops block straight into a shooting range
Mixing pills with all this syrup
Got me too deranged
I got issues of my own, man all I do is rage
I got issues of my own, man all do is raaaaage

All I do is raaaage


Fuck how you feel
Just keep it real
I don't need nobody
These youngins outchea in the ville
Man they catchin bodies
Gucci belt hold up my Glock when I step up in the party
My shooter going dummy
His eyes rollin off the molly, yeah