Sympathy

Uh, super futuristic, uh

Chuckyy fuck all the bitches, we still spin out Honda Civics, uh

First nigga we catch, gon' blitz 'em, uh

Oh, that's your bitch? I hit her

Mama can't give her son no kisses, uh

We can't show no sympathy, we left shit in the trenches, uh

But I ain't lose none of my niggas, I only lose them to the system

I got two AP's on me right now, my left pocket all blues

Oh, that's your bitch? She choosin', I like her too, so make room

She told me, I'm that dude, I say, "You know, you that girl"

Fuck that passport, we can go fled to the 'Raq step in my world

Micro Dracy, all these buttons, and a truck, BP, we thorough

Fly to L.A. when I'm over stimulated, this shit real (real)

Muscle memory, I just gotta focus up

I do shows in Italy, AV said, "Run my tokens up"

I had a long day at work, I got back home and tore her up

Yeah, you know I broke her up

She can't breathe, somethin' chokin' her out

Kriss-Vect keep poking on my tummy, in the bank, I got it under my arm

Super futuristic, uh

Chuckyy fuck all the bitches, we still spin out Honda Civics, uh

First nigga we catch, gon' blitz 'em, uh

Oh, that's your bitch? I hit her

Mama can't give her son no kisses, uh

We can't show no sympathy, we left shit in the trenches

Mind over matter

(Mind over matter)

(Mind over matter)

(Mind over matter)

(We can't show no sympathy)