In My Head Lyrics

G Pe$o from the 13, and I'm in this bitch alone (Aye)

Writing and recording, hear me turning up on songs

Focused getting rich, so ain't no need to call my phone

Just leave me 'lone, I'm in my zone, I'm in here spittin' wit my chrome

Put my heart into this mic, you hear me through the speakerphone

My brodie gone, it turned me cold, gon hear his name in every song

Wake Med up in that bed, just cuz you got hit wit that chrome

I can't believe you really dead, now in my head, something wrong

Them niggas killed my brother, and it turned me real evil

Got me ridin' wit my heater, just to make a nigga bleed

Only rule by any means, so I gotta make it out

Only focus is the cheese, I ain't into chasin' clout

I gotta get ma dukes a house

Far from niggas totin' heat and tryna put shit on a screen

I came from settin' screens, shootin 3's, throwin' D's

But now the ball is my hands, everybody lookin' up to me, cuz I got all the plans

You know I'm gettin' to the green, just so I can be the man

I ain't into servin' feins, can get my hands on some xans tho

Strapped up like I'm Rambo, Pablo died I can't go

Nigga can't een let go, fuck 'round let a 'tec go

Neva let a check blow, cuz Ima put it up

Kool aid in my double cup, you can miss me wit the liq

You can miss me wit da yak

I got that lil bitch eating dick, I'm boutta hit it from the back

She see me rollin' up the thrax, lil bitch bet not even ask

I swear to God she bet not ask

I'm only here to pull out tracks and then it's right back to the stacks

Allergic to a lack, metal arms like I'm Jax

And the dope it make you choke, so you know I gotta tax

Non-fiction what I wrote, so you know it's only facts

Competition shit a joke, shit I be running up the racks

I just started in this rap shit I'm my family only hope

I ain't into sayin' cap shit, I'll erase some shit I wrote

G Pe$o from the 13, and I'm in this bitch alone (Aye)

Writing and recording, hear me turning up on songs

Focused getting rich, so ain't no need to call my phone

Just leave me 'lone, I'm in my zone, I'm in here spittin' wit my chrome

Put my heart into this mic, you hear me through the speakerphone

My brodie gone, it turned me cold, gon hear his name in every song

Wake Med up in that bed, just cuz you got hit wit dat chrome

I can't believe you really dead, now in my head, something wrong

Hoes love me like the pope, cuz my flow is like some dope

But 'member bitches used to joke, back when I was dead broke

Getting clean off dirty money, gotta clean it wit some soap

In love wit paper, gon elope, fuck a hater, hope you choke

Lowkey lyin' bout the laser, cuz my shit it really broke

Pull up to the gun show, cop a new one, we in mot-(ion)

1300 neck on froze, one day gon pull up wit dem oc-(eans)

Rappin' gangsta like I'm Osh-(ea) but I got that bar from Herb

Ruga got me switchin' verbs, turning up, and twisting words

I be shy all out in public, nigga something like a Ferb

Nigga quiet, but'll fye it, don't get left up on the curb

Got the .40 in the fur, don't get rolled up in a erb

G Pe$o from the 13, and I'm in this bitch alone (Aye)

Writing and recording, hear me turning up on songs

Focused getting rich, so ain't no need to call my phone

Just leave me 'lone, I'm in my zone, I'm in here spittin' wit my chrome

Put my heart into this mic, you hear me through the speakerphone

My brodie gone, it turned me cold, gon hear his name in every song

Wake Med up in that bed, just cuz you got hit wit that chrome

I can't believe you really dead, now in my head, something wrong