Righteous Intentions Lyrics

Baby, keep your hand on your pistol and head on a swivel

These haters hate you because you make this shit look good and you stand on principles

I'm proud of you, daddy

Now go make some more haters

Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me

If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em

I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy

She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty

Just bought two pair of coke whites

I was drawing up plays on slow nights

All the goofies hate my guts, that's life

If it's on, when you see me take flight

Pardon me for upholding the code

I seen niggas that I love, turn into foes

I seen business ruin friendships lower yo tone

Are we out here chasing clout or we scoring to own

Man I swear I got the humblest soul

Man, I swear I'm trigger happy when I'm knowing it's on

If you think that's cap, nigga, test that theory

I just walked in and it just got eerie

What we on, I be on business, shit how the day go

Legitimate endeavors

Used to run through the yayo

Doing 55 down, Paseo, I'm in a hurry

Efficient when I pull up and shoot it like Steph Curry

It's bigger than rap, you can believe it or not

Might put the bitch on game if I believe in the thot

We be boarding them flights, we be scheming a lot

Smack a nigga with this four, you gon' get even or not

Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me

If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em

I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy

She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty

Just bought two pair of coke whites

I was drawing up plays on slow nights

All the goofies hate my guts, that's life

If it's on, when you see me take flight

May my kills be righteous, don't need no vices

I'm only traveling, I don't need no license

This dunya ain't nothing but play and amusement

These niggas talk a lot, but they never do shit

They cappin' on the gram, ca-cappin' on the gram

Haven't packed a Smith and Wesson since the last one jammed

Trappin' in the slam, we was trappin' the slam

Bitch, I'm really mob, I ain't gotta show my hand

Going through the playbook, it's fourth and goal

Gotta trust your instincts when it's forks and roads

Them haters gon' talk, that's how them busters roll

He started pissing on his self when I upped my pole

Cause he know that I ain't got a problem squeezing

Take the head off a so-called demon

Take the head off a so-called demon