Reloaded Lyrics

Stuck inside my thuoghts im off them drugs I suffer quietly

Mind up on this bread can give two fucks bout yo apology

Don't care bout what you doing when I ask you suomething dont lie to me

You shielding up you boxing up yo heart like I don't got the key yeah

When I was down bad on my dick them people turned on me yeah

I expected it from my bitch but not my homies yeah

Can't put yo trust in everybody people phony yeah

They phony

These niggas be phony

Smoking back to back so I can numb the pain

Looking for the sun in these clouds but I found myself stuck in the rain

Feeling my emotions cause that bitch left my heart with a stain

Life up on the line I lost it all I had too much to gain

I sympathize I empathise I reminisce with em all

And I dont believe what they say he aint no killer at all

I take them hits straight to the face but I walk out standing tall

I got my feelings involved

And now I dont need a heart

Bitch why my name all in yo mouth you get my meat out ya jaw

The critics tell me wrap it up but I enjoy going raw

I'm never folding on my brother nigga that's just the law

You paint a picture like you perfect nigga knowing you flawed

Step on my land we hop in vans hop out with mask and beamers

Heard that nigga said he step on shit bet bitch we snatching femurs

You better than who boy you aint martin but yo ass a dreamer

Girl you gone take yo love away when I tell you I need it

Whats up (whats up baby)

How you gone leave when I gave you all of my love (all my love)

How you gone leave when I gave you all of

Bitch I guess im toxic beat that pussy but im not yo nigga

Meat up in her mouth can't eat it all she tryna watch her figure

Mouth be hella full she got my balls she a freak off the liquor

Get up in that endzone then I punt it the way that I kick her

But I don't understand how my feelings get involved with em

Gang can't understand that every night can not involve bitches

All in it I had to cut em off but bro its all business

Can't hop in the whip without the strap and all the windows tinted

Girl I get yeah you feel restricted but you know im winning

For you im sprinting you had me winded until you started shifting

Shouldve depicted

Think im addicted

To being twisted

Bitch im in conflict

Too many shots up in yo face it make yo casket close (lets go)

How man banks I need to break to get that ass to grow (I need it)

150 Zippies take em home one week to blow (bitch im feening)

That paperwork a hoe (you pleading)

No double back fasho (you tweaking)

You turned yo back on all yo brothers like damn where yo soul at

Can't throw away a roach you break em down gotta re roll that

His head don't gotta price we still put the tag where his toe at

was feeling empty but lately I been feeling reloaded