He talking outta pocket Tell your mans i carry rocket All This chopper get to yapping Then your mans get to dropping We ain't talking no truce We not taking no Ls Your bitch pussy I bruise Haters welcome to hell Ride for my brother if they want it then we snatch it Came from the trenches where youngest knows to cock it Don't play no games for my food I had to rob it This niggas pussy we all know that forty jamming You see my jewels yhea i know you wanna touch em They your bros yhea i know i had to robbed em Pray to God yhea momma keep me walking She wants me home sorry momma I'm booked trapping I keep a rugger and that shit be shooting silent I Be talking with my demons and they know I be getting violent Can't go back to the mud eating mac and cheese with water Can't go back to start when my bro be getting murder Tear on my mama eyes knees hurt from praying Thats what she told us and the fam know she be laying Mama let me hold you close i know you crying Don't wanna see you hurt mama please know im trying He talking outta pocket Tell your mans i carry rocket All This chopper get to yapping Then your mans get to dropping We ain't talking no truce We not taking no Ls Your bitch pussy i bruise Haters welcome to hell Talking with the devil ask him why he tempt me so much Talking with my angels ask them why they absent so much Carry all of my pain out in the open for them to see Society broke their man down and my kids can see That's why i smile a lot no one can bring me down Can see the way this cops talk they wanna pad me down A noose round my neck they wanna se me fall My kids waiting for me they wanna play ball Can't let the opp catch me lacking why im packing My nigga off the perc they gon chase you down The way this forty hit gon make your momma frown Pistol packing but this niggas got caught lacking Carry the weight of the family on my shoulder Leave this bitches mouth open like they folders My niggas know if they falling imma catch them We see a hater put the sight then we blast them Grinding for paper gonna get myself a mansion My pen to the pad i do this shit with passion He talking outta pocket Tell your mans i carry rocket All This chopper get to yapping Then your mans get to dropping We ain't talking no truce We not taking no Ls Your bitch pussy i bruise Hater welcome to hell Talking with the devil ask him why he tempt me so much Talking with my angels ask them why they absent so much