Emotional Way of Thinking

Kid Freddo
 Grrrah
 Ha, that's my grandma
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Ooh, oh, oh, oh
 Ooh, oh, oh-oh
 Gunpowder soaked in my veins from that day we kicked that door
 Left his brain in the street
 But only God and my brothers know
 I apologized to Jai for putting dick in these other hoes
 They layin' law down my name for 10,000 dollars and a line of coke
 I say up my prayers up to Allah
 But it seem like shit won't change
 Living life like it ain't no tomorrow
 I'm married to the game
 Pablo still hoping that Cardo bullets ain't got no names
 I'ma fill up his trucks with hollows, since he think it's a game
 Got so much hatred in my heart,
 I can't respect myself
 I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
 I can't express myself
 Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
 Got so much hatred in my heart,
 I can't respect myself
 I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
 I can't express myself
 Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
 Deeply in love with a bitch
 I feel like only with me for the fame
 I lost my cousin to this shit
 Plus they got Leeky locked up in them chains
 Metro police pulled me over, tryna see what color flag I bang
 Last time I checked, we tote them TECs
 I let that blicky bang (Bop, bop)
 It's up with me, that's all the time
 Lord, I got murder on my mind
 He cross that line, I bust that iron
 My feelings lost, it's hard to find
 They call my phone, I press decline
 Fast forward my life, then press rewind
 Look at the clock, it never change
 I might just go before my time
 She sniffing coke, while her brother cookin' dope in the kitchen
 Send a couple of shots at that two-door coupe that ain't got no ceiling
 He tyna make him a killing
 'Cause all they know is killing
 I left my heart in the trenches, I really needed healing
 They know I'm bound to get that check for sure
 I'm ballin', you can check the score
 I'm not saying I know it all
 But I came here just to let you know
 The Devil wear Prada
 So I refuse to have respect for hoes
 Three, five, roll my cigar up
 Tell the opps that we want all the smoke
 It's up with me, that's all the time
 Bitch, I got murder on my mind
 He cross that line, I bust that iron
 They call my phone, I press decline
 Look at the clock, it never change
 They draw the chalk, when it's a crime
 I might just go before my time
 Got so much hatred in my heart,
 I can't respect myself
 I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
 I can't express myself
 Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
 Got so much hatred in my heart,
 I can't respect myself
 I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
 I can't express myself
 Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
 Oh, oh, oh-oh
 Oh, oh, oh-oh
 Na-na-na-na-na