Viral Moment

歌詞

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) I pour an eight inside the Lam' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turned they back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em call me I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hundred, I spent a couple hundred on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all now even though I got it Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The ones I ain't talk to like that back then, know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide they hate, but that shit still show I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch them niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent You know, I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers, like, what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time, know what I'm sayin'? Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate All angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah