You are now connected to slamma media music. I'm still you can't even say the truth I've got to let you go. Shit's gonna work so stick to the plan, Talk all head down, stick to the trap, No stick to the trap. I fell stuck on the block, But I'm feeling no change, When I flooded my watch, I put grams in the bowl, I'm fainting my wrist, I came out of Joe, I'm conned at eight from a brick-up with jokes to the sand, And I'm making shit happen, It's shit but the country got me in keep rapping, And I can't relate if that grind OK, Cause I'll whip 50 racks up a half, Brick of eight, it's nuts, But black, even my pillows was fucked, But a lot of shit changed when I headed up country. I had grips in my jeans, And all my barbeques, zips, Not a bitch on a knees, And I'll give a toss if the kitchen's fucked, I sink in a storm, and I'm whipping, I dropped eight in and never counted a loss, Cause I saw that I'd never put a dot in the pot, I put basics out, so my watch, Then I'll make it all back when I'm out of the block, And I'm from a kitchen's stove, I gained an obsession of whipping holes, How many times did I take out of this, And after slow down, I'm digging the piss, I know that I've brought this is definitely on. Oh, you're telling me I changed on you, Just cause you ain't got no change on you, But the blame's on you, Keep my ting, but I changed on who, Don't make me grab that chain from you, That's the shame on you, So much rules that I break for you, And still you can't even say the truth, I gotta let you go, Sett a man that's gonna make the news, While I'm out here making news, They're gonna tell you that they love you, And they've been a fix, But the second night it does in your relevant, So it's only day ones, I'm stepping with them, And any other negative, And so you can get top of quit, I caught niggas doing funny shit, I put times, And when I asked them by a day, They told me it popped in lies, And you can put it on your sixth, All your mother's life, But I know the chief, Cause I can see it, And I'm brother's eyes, That went part of the plan, No, we apart of a gang, But we just grew up in the same change, Running from the same fence, Jumping over the same fence, Looking at my pen, And like I wondered where the rain went, I know life, I've been slept 100 grams of bends, A cane in my whole night, A plastic for the whole night, And when I go back to my track in the morning, I dash it all down, And I feel I'm actually boiling, My nigga mellow just came out of hand, So you know I have to put something straight in his hand, And it wasn't fun, I'm trapping cane straight from the fence, But you know I'm washing up money, Bait from the track, Only time that they caught me lacking, Your bluff saw a couple of shootings, And some naughty stubborns, Could've sent my little niggas behind for the action, Or you're telling me I changed on you, Just cause you ain't got no change on you, But the blame's on you, Keep my ting, but I changed on who, Don't make me grab that chain from you, That's the shame on you, So much rules that I bring for you, And still you can't even say the truth, I gotta let you go, Sight of man, they're gonna make the news, While I'm out here making moves, An old Latin nigga, so I stick to the cats, I'm just a young nigga putting bricks in the flats, Head all bad days, I used to love that shit, If I took an OT, And I hug that strip, In the unbucked changes, I'm money on my mind, And last like a race, And I'm running this grind, I came up every day taking a risk, And if rap don't work, I'm taking a trip, I'm taking a trip,