Untanked Lyrics

Talking 'bout money on my head

So I been ducking my partners

Cause if they get caught with me and blam

Dead or in jail, the shit wouldn't sit right with they momma

Send me JJ's number

Not for some white meat, I'm trying to tackle my problems

Stood on my ten, stuck to the script

That shit just made me go harder

I just wanna feel again

Lost soul, reel me in

I want shit to be real again, yea

New fye he gone feel the gen

Ain't talking on the phone 'bout no homi

I'm tryna get off these roxies

They talking 'bout that young nigga wilding

But when I was up I couldn't get them niggas from 'round me

Everyday waking up to my gun

I'm trying to paint out a difference

I know my dawg innocent but he got caught with a gun

Hope God look out with his sentence

Talking 'bout a message

Like what the fuck I'm supposed to do

Just sit around and lie to these felons

Like drop all this metal

So they can go and get caught no metal

And them niggas tryna open his mail and I'm asking them questions

I just left Ukiah with hella bags and now my pockets full

I move shit in the four for real, yea I got that kind of pull

But to keep it hot, I was never living for you niggas respect

To keep it hot, I already knew that a nigga was next

If you don't know this shit by now this money shit just come and go

Don't name drop on the phone 'cause I'm with my other hoe

KK said we doing no faking

Know just how we give it up

Fucked up in the telly pacing 'cause I can't find my double cup

Huh

What the fuck? Who took my shit?

My lean? No real shit bruh who the fuck took my shit?

My syrup?

Talking 'bout money on my head

So I been ducking my partners

Cause if they get caught with me and blam

Dead or in jail, the shit wouldn't sit right with they momma

Send me JJ's number

Not for some white meat, I'm trying to tackle my problems

Stood on my ten, stuck to the script

That shit just made me go harder

I just wanna feel again

Lost soul, reel me in

I want shit to be real again, yea

New fye he gone feel the gen

Ain't talking on the phone 'bout no homi

I'm tryna get off these roxies

They talking 'bout that young nigga wilding

But when I was up I couldn't get them niggas from 'round me

I'm leaving, I'm leaving

I don't want to do this no more

I feel that you reaching for reasons to bring back my demons

And I can't cope

I been outside, I ain't hiding

I ain't losing hope

Lately I been flying, won't glorify no hoe

Killing my character with stupid ass addictions

Already battling these yerks and all these stupid ass convictions

Really my heart just need somewhere to stay

Osama coming home, we just waiting on a date

I just been sitting back, staying patient, stacking up this pape

By any means necessary

Boy I'm bound to find a way