I tried ft. HwM

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie

When I'm wrong, just carry on, dawg, but I believe in you

Write my wrongs and all my songs, I'd hate up until the truth

Put it down, but now you buckin', you must be Giannis or somethin'

I'm be honest , boy, you lucky, cause this shit almost got ugly

Had enough, don't be talkin' shit if you can't back it up

Shoebox holdin' clips, I tell bro, bag em up like Santa

Droppin' bags off revolvers for all the standoffs

It ain't even when you broke, it's been back though and ripped a cast off

Pluggin' like I'm Ghost, but in this script, they killed off Tommy