FAME

Havin' visions of me lookin' in the mirror, ain't shit clear

He wasn't stickin' to the code, that shit had me in the fury

Don't go outside because they judge, he let a nigga take his jewelry

What's in your cup? Boo dis some mud, just get it right and take it serious

It's been too long since he hit that back door, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Can't trust nobody, he got crack door, better not open up that bitch

I don't need it, if he can count to ten then he can keep him

Say he got thirty, it must be February, cause I ain't see one either

Heart keep freezin', it must be January, feel like I'm goin' backwards

All I'm sayin' is I don't be under they posts, a nigga might get captured