Think I ran into a dead end Come Come and save me, I feel threatened Ain't no point in using weapons, no I'm at war with my reflection, uh Come Come and help me, I feel threatened I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that

That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin' I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come come I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come come You know,

It's a small world ("It's a...small world...") What goes around, comes around A very small world ("It's a...small world...") At the time you least expect it You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Nigga you reap what

Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out I buy it don't even know the price As long as I live it, come pay me a visit, And I'll be somewhere up in the sky My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh I've been

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl, I'm sorry you not the one for me Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come come with you We don't like gold

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there Bags on demand Come Come in the middle of the night, like it's a nightmare You open your eyes, not dreamin', nigga, we right there If Young Metro don't trust you I'm 'gon

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the