Leanin

Look in my eyes, I can tell you a bitch nigga, really Too many niggas playin' gangsta floss

And this shit serious, put a hole in his back, slap his pussy, pop on his period

We done took his homeboy, ran up the score and left him feared

Give him something to rap about, left him right and they died

They say, why you always rap about murder, peep my society

You want me dead, come and get it, bitch, I ain't dodgin

They see me, they gon' blitz, so I don't keep my babies around me

Your niggas droppin' left and right, it's crazy how they die

You claimin' bodies, you ain't caught, it's crazy how you lie

Sometimes I feel like it's my fault, I shoulda been there beside him