You Ready Ejay?

Let's go

Niggas can't fuck with me if they tried

Got Roll in this bitch with me

Three in this bitch, don't kill the vibe in this bitch

Don't blow the highs

You ready, Ejay?

You ain't even gotta ask, I'm already knowin'

For sure, that

Before I let you do it, bitch, I'd rather stress myself (I'd rather stress myself)

Only get fly to impress myself (impress myself)

Fucked around and got too high, end up closer to death (closer to death)

How the hell you 'posed to breathe when you got one more breath? (You got one more left)

Now it's no more left (now it's no more)

Look around when you in need, it ain't no one there

Left me in the water, it was deep, and I ain't no Michael Phelps (I ain't no Michael Phelps)

But I thugged it on felts, and what I learned, it helped (for sure that)

Let me know if I'm selfish

I gave it all and they left me with nothin'

A heart of gold get you nothin' but death wish

I'm with the young and reckless, Vamp life so we restless

Better respect 'cause disrespect get you checked off the checklist

Shawty just fucked me off my vibe, I wasn't wearin' my necklace

Say she wanna hop in a ride, the sprinter van to the next city

But there ain't no room, bunch of goons, couple Glocks, a Keltec

Ain't gotta say a word, if I'm feelin' played, Q3 got the same feelings

Shit get dark when you got a heart with a bunch of pain in it

Pick your position and play your part, when you shootin' know your range

Go and check the court, First Street park, probably see my stains in it

I hear 'em sayin', "Poppa changed, didn't he?" Say the fame did it

I don't even want the pussy, she let a lame hit it

Baba don't even want it with him if it ain't a fully

No, I ain't never seen a Vamp get bullied, nigga (never)

I never seen a dead man duck a bullet (never ever)

20 on a Nike headband, that's a check (that's a check)

Ridin' with a referee, that mean he got a tech (he got a tech)

If you want to gamble with your life, nigga, bet it

Off my word it's a go, and they won't tell it if I said it

Runnin' red lights, I feel like DMX on belly, nigga, fuck it (fuck it)

I ran out of opps, shit, all them niggas kicked the bucket

No, baby, it ain't you, I'm geeked up, keep suckin'

She know when I'm on a Perc 'cause she just want to keep fuckin'

Tell me you love me, like when you lie to me, it kind of boost my ego

Shoot you a couple hundred, baby, just keep that on the D-low

Ain't been to church, it's been a couple hundred Sundays ago

God know my heart and He gon' keep his son covered for sure

Made it out the war with no scars

But shoutout to them Purple Heart babies

Heard they made plans to send a nigga to Shands

But I'm waitin' in Atlanta, if you think it's gon' be Grady then you crazy (silly nigga)

Alright, let me hear it from the top