Now They Gotta

Yeah, uh, yeah uh, ha ha ha ha, whoa

It ain't gon' be what you thought, and it ain't gon' be what you want

Yeah, my brother soul was lost, and it ain't gonna be forgot

I been out here spittin' fire like some nas out the exhaust

And my team, we got more sticks than like a team that play lacrosse

Yeah, gleamin' out this bitch, my pinky ring it topped with frost

Yeah, schemin' out this bitch, I got the plan like Steven Jobs

Yeah, that apple bottom bitch been bitin' on me like all evening

You know I had to steal her like I'm fuckin' Patrick Peterson, I

Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)