Sporadic Lyrics

Tell me what I'm supposed to do

He feeding lies

Now I'm supposed to eat it

He created that demon up inside

Don't care bout how you view me

Cause I look good in mama's eyes

Last nigga tried us

Man that nigga almost died

Drown my feelings in a cup while my heart it sit on ice

It was a gamble everyday but I ain't have no dice

Before you go telling get your answers fucking right

I could be Ray Charles and it would still be on sight

Never need a gun it was instilled in me to fight

To know how to survive

Bitches popping coochie and it ain't even a prize

Until that bitch say you the father now your eyes wide

Looking real surprised

Thought my dawg turned gay he said he got homo side

He meant Homicide

Right in the driver seat I watched my homie fucking die

It left me with the pain and left me traumatized

Tell me what I'm supposed to do

He feeding lies

Now i'm supposed to eat it

He created that demon up inside

Don't care bout how you view me

Cause I look good in mama's eyes

Last nigga tried us

Man that nigga almost died

Like a ship anchor baby

I need you to hold me down

You ain't tell me back then

Well baby don't tell me now

Thought you was my farris-wheel

But you never came around

You bought me a shovel

And buried my heart up in the ground

No you not my homie

All you niggas fake

Thought you was my dawg

But you turned snake

Pass these hoes to the team I feel like Magic

Jit you better fucking wrap it or you gone have it

How you serving an ounce now you trapping

Getting money since 2017 still stacking

Didn't park the wheels forward

So I had to back in

Dick slipped out her coochie

So I put it back in

Brother fronted me work

He get it on the backend

Only niggas riding with me

The ones who done patched in

Feeling like Roddy

In the middle I keep them racks in