What's Going On (Reloaded)

Ay yo, Pat

Every time I try out to right you, that shit always trick me wrong

Headed home, I'm thuggin' out, but nigga, I'm not alone

Where was you at when I was down bad in that rain storm

My big brother bumming my grandma, carrying food right to his door

I'ma tell you about my life, just let me flame it up first

I found out my sister died and I ain't know what I heard

I got angels in the sky that's watching me do my dirt

I got angels in the sky that's watching me do my dirt

Trying my best to be so right, but I'm so wrong how that work

My mom always go back and forth, she say this, that, and the third

I walk away

Not much to say, cause if I do, she say I'll talk back

TYB come take your bitch back

Was not with all the chit chat

I'm focused on a new stack

Smoking on the new pack

Trapping trends, they get hood checks

Told her I'm a gangsta, but I'm not heartless

I love a lot, I never learned how to use my heartless

She give me butterflies, my baby turn me speechless

My flows, you can't compete this

I hope that y'all can feel me in my songs, they got a meaning

Singing like I ain't fell in love, but that shit's pain, it's always creeping

Tell me how to fuck the love, cause I don't know, I'm overthinking

I'm always high, I'm never stuck

I just hit like two, three blinkers

I know

How it go

Like what, nigga, what the fuck

I'm tired of niggas talking shit like running up, but always duck care

Ain't with the fussing don't like talking less, I'm speaking how I want it

The only time I'll ever front is if I'm shooting front, bro, front

She said I'm nonchalant, too blunt

Baby, I'm acting out, it's just us

Remember they laughed at me way back

Said I was trash, now I'm who they bump

So if we clash, I'm on your ass

I take it personal with no pad

This off the head, I'm not no bird, but flock the bread

I'm like Chris breezy in this bitch, how I would take one to the head