No Passes

Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?
Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?
Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?
He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)
You know why he got dressed
Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»
«Go ahead» (Go)
And put the low for your head (Go)
«Go ahead» (Go)
Put the low for your head
Niggas be killin' baby daddies, then worried about the kids
Is she really with the shit? Is she really all in her feel, yeah?
Yesterday she had to kill some
Today she gotta heal some
Leave his head on the by the hillstones
Word is,, it’s on billboard
This the shit, I’m here for
The feds got your name on a clipboard
I didn’t cry tears for it
Only surround myself with people I’d do a hunnid years for, uh
It’s no limit
She’s 'bout it, 'bout it
She got skeletons in her closet
No more fallin' out with niggas, just drop 'em
She got, don’t need to sponsor
Humble beast, turned me to a monster
Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?
Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?
Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?
He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)
You know why he got dressed
Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»
«Go ahead» (Go)
And put the low for your head (Go)
«Go ahead» (Go)
Put the low for your head
Niggas got on the edge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don’t shoot at no legs
a couple niggas fed
In my city breakin' bread
Put the Eastside on
Back when I had my Levi’s on
Bitches ungrateful when they know that they wrong
If I ain’t turned my city up, they would’ve my
Y’all be bitin' your tongue, they be bitin' my style
Bitch stop playin' 'fore we knock you down
Playin' with my name is like playin' with the government,
And I ain’t never leave my niggas sufferin'
Do you know what I’m up against?
I’m movin' like I’m Ghost out here
Got a lot of power that, I ain’t even know I had
Bag a bitch while she takin' in her groceries bag
I’m smokin' good, knowin' that the smoke is bad
Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?
Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?
Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?
He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)
You know why he got dressed
Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»
«Go ahead» (Go)
And put the low for your head (Go)
«Go ahead» (Go)
Put the low for your head