Cropped Out ft. Jay Bandz Lyrics

I got memories that I can't get rid of

He was fake, so we cropped him out the picture

I'm in the studio, my bag gettin' bigger

I ain't mad at you just stay over there, I ain't fuckin' with you

I remember when we was breakin' all the laws

I'm recording, putting on for my squad

Just called choppa, he comin' back with a chop

Nigga play with me, send his ass to God

A Nigga play with me, we sendin' his ass to the stars

We don't do this for the clout, bitch, we do this for the cause

And we hoppin' out on feet, we ain't dumping out of cars

Yea that boy was movin' wocky so we had to get him gone

He was fake, so we cropped him out the picture

I'm losin' faith, but I'm back, readin' scriptures

Niggas want my head, every day I'm steady gripping

Makin' music for myself, I do not need the attention

Everybody got opinions, I don't give a fuck

Ain't no cappin' in my songs, I'm keeping it a buck

I heard them boys plottin', tryna get me touched

Tell em' I ain't trippin' cause I keep it tucked

All the memories we got, you can keep em

In the past

They be claimin' that they real, but that shit'll never last

Claimin' they official when they really out of gas

Never thought I'd have a homie that would turn into a rat

I got memories that I can't get rid of

He was fake, so we cropped him out the picture

I'm in the studio, my bag gettin' bigger

I ain't mad at you just stay over there, I ain't fuckin' with you

I remember when we was breakin' all the laws

I'm recording, putting on for my squad

Just called choppa, he comin' back with a chop

Nigga play with me, send his ass to God