you can't pick and choose
I got bruises from my pants,
that's why I'm drinkin' brews
It's not a stolo, run a tank,
I put that bitch in cruise
Put on some Dirk and Future,
pump a street n***a blues
It's P .L. Lawrence, my guitar,
let's get it for the blues
so they can't find that letter too
so I'ma scoop you in the afternoon
That girl so strong, when I say no,
but I think them niggas watchin' me
you ain't finna give a drop on me
but in the end, bae, what you got for me?
I shed a tear when she was toppin' me
would you come lie to me?
and get the fuck up off my property
I'm so tired of heartbreaks,
but the real ones turn fake
Yeah, I'm okay with chopping heads
I'm doing great but the real ones
Yeah, I'm okay with chopping
I ain't gon' even speak on
Have my lil' angel turn in
Lord only knows, friend or foe
Who held it down when you was gone,
when your lil' dollars was gettin' low
Yeah, none of them n****s,
I'm so tired of heartbreaks,
but the real ones turn fake
Yeah, I'm okay with choppin' heads
but the realest turn fake
Yeah, I'm okay with choppin' heads