Crashin’ Out

Let this band play
Let this band play

Lately I been feeling like spazzin' out
Memphis niggas known for crashin' out
I heard you going broke, so you ass'd out
Tryna keep up with the kid you gon' be ass'd out
Tell me how the fuck you think I got here
This rap game ain't shit to me but some cartwheels
90 percent of these niggas not real
Started rapping, found out these rappers jewelry not real

Damn, damn
Swear that shit hurt my heart dawg,
Huh, fuck it though

Never had a deal but got more guap than all of y'all
Lost a half of mil' that's why I started rapping, dawg
Tall skinny nigga, I shoulda been playing ball
But I had niggas spending a hundred grand
Every time they called

It ain't shit to pick up a pistol and go robbin' nigga
I let my nuts hang, went out of town and went mobbin' nigga
Think 'bout my childhood, all I remember is starving nigga
Old niggas in the hood was hating, but I ain't buy them niggas
Made a pledge with my niggas, we brothers forever (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck, you right or wrong, we thuggin' forever (Yeah!)

Shit was treacherous in my hood, nigga (Every man for they self)
Richest nigga in my hood, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Do what I wanna, before this rap shit, none of that cap shit
Just might be the realest nigga on the map, bitch
Had your sister holding pounds on some trap shit
Bout to go pick up some gualla, I'll be back bitch

Two-two thousand miles away, by my damn self
Niggas talk too much so I don't need no damn help
Dolph ran up them milly's, you feel like he owe you don't you?
But tell the truth, you would cross him out for some paper, won't you?
Why I show you so much, you ain't never did shit for me
I take that back, besides run your mouth like a bitch to me
I ain't got no rap friends cause all they bitches feeling me
They know deep down inside I'm what they nigga wanna be

Ain't nothing but one of me (Damn)
He really from the streets (Damn)
He really swung them P's (Damn)
He really bought that double R truck, it's not a lease (Damn)
Momma called me crying, said she proud of me (I love you)
Remember a couple of my own niggas doubted me (Fuck you)
Found my first plug, was like I hit the lottery (Thank you, God)
When I get shot, was the first time I ain't have my Glock with me