Rumors

So when did we go from battling to cat fights yo?

Like when has it been cool to be a bird?

I don't know what you've been told, but

Don't be foolish, don't listen to the rumors

I don't know what you've been told

One of the rudest now in charge of a movement

Yuh, you know me, I'm the plug, I'm the homie

I'm the plug, I'm the homie

Yuh, you know me, I'm the plug, I'm the homie

I'm the plug, I'm the homie

Collect calls accepted from my dawgs in heaven

Legends never die, we still all connected

Lawless peasant turned boss with the balls to set it

They can't throw hands so they quick to draw their weapon

Draw mobs of boujee broads, (baby baby) flawless heifers

My fits keep a steady drip, torture method

Three hunnid horses revving out the Porsche engine

I don't know what you've been told, but

Talking stocks and investments, you flossin' on credit

End up lost and indebted with the ops in the trenches

Facing a Glock and a message, no option or leverage

I don't know what you've been told

Pussy pop played possum 'til cops intercepted

Walked in gen pop, snot box rocked in a second

Oxed in the entrance, now chops plot the incentive

Either you're thrown in the box or they're droppin' your sentence

In exchange for co-op, cell block intervention

Others suffer neglected, such unfortunate endings

Suppressing depression, poppin' Oxys, antidepressants

Shit, I don't know who you done told, but

You did the crime, do the time, sit back and lie dormant

Instead you chose PC, went 6-9 on 'em

Lower case g's think they're trife, try to live the life

Fail to realize, outchea, is how you pay the price

I don't know what you've been told, but

My OG showed me how to hold heat

I don't know what you've been told

Low key, flip an eighth to an OZ

I don't know what you've been told, but

Live fast, get cash and there's no sleep

I don't know what you've been told