Feel My Pain, Pt. 2

I'm tryna reach the top these niggas wanna see me hit bikini bottom

They taking credit for murders and they ain't even shot em

Ain't even rob em they grabbed cuttas to solve them problems

Got word some niggas want kill me but they ain't in my Column

No they ain't in my bracket

I find out all them niggas weak spots and my dog attack it

Them niggas used to reach out now they reaching for they ratchet

Fuck a stripe I ain't no Boy Scout I don't need no patches or no back up dancers

It's like they don't believe in riding alone

They killed ty make me wanna go and hide in his home

Wait till he get back to his crib and put 5 in his dome