Misguided

(India Got Them Beats)

(You said your girl India made this, right?)

I see waves in my diamonds, I'ma let them bitches see

I've been down for so long, like some years, and some weeks

You always was my option A, now it's how it gotta be

Tat' my name on your body, now you belong to me

It's like you starin' through a window

lookin' outside when I'm sittin' in

I'm come from nothin', now it's Never Broke Again

no (no), oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)

I'm tryin' hard everyday, Lord, forgive me for my sins

Put my pain inside that pen

Writin' songs on the road, goin' states I've never been

On my way, it was gettin' foggy, had to wipe off my lens

I don't wanna be like them, I don't follow no trends (no, no)

Good to see my sister smile, I ain't see that in a while

I ain't gotta win no Oscar just to make my family proud

Runnin' barefoot on concrete, puttin' souls in the ground

I hate when bitch-niggas come 'round and go to sniffin' like some hoes

Whole lotta sharks in that water (in that water)

I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim)

Whole lotta shots in that carbon

I'ma still spin (grrt, bah, bah)

I might need my tint a lil' darker, just to ride in (just to ride in)

I don't trust a GPS, don't wanna be misguided

Everything I drop, a hit, I ain't got no insurance

Nigga, know I keep that pistol, but I ain't gotta urine

Cup of lean, a stick and jewelry, in the back of the Suburban

A jeweler say that watch was fifty-thou', I told him, "I ain't worried"

If love kill, then I'm tryna destroy the hate

They don't believe that a nigga want better things

Bad bitches, and they come in all type of shapes

Renni Rucci, Rubi Rose and Coi Lerays

Young nigga had a vision, had to shake them trenches

Tryna find out how to make a million in thirty minutes

Everybody want the fame 'til the hearse get in it

Ayy, everybody want the diamonds 'til the dirt get in it

Whenever I speak, boy, that's cash talk

It's a eagle on the mic, it's a Trackhawk