Karma

It don't really matter how you feelin' It don't really matter how you feelin

Steady tryna find a place, sitting in a heart

That ain't really healin' Young nigga tryna win it

My time comin', I'ma win it We got sticks, something like Valorant

New stick, came from Pakistan Hundred shots out the sprinter van

Load a clip and then we back again Keep a pole on me, Ja Morant

Lil momma imma thug for the ones I love Baby, I'll kill a man

I don't know about your feelings then Never thought I'd see a day where I fight with my blood

I should've seen that, that come with the flood You turnin' your back when your bro's out the mud

I don't expect nothing less, just understood Life too shady, that nigga was movin' too crazy