Make Me Lose It

These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain’t livin' how we livin'
In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions
You can keep your two cnts, bitch, you ain’t help me make a dim
Can’t work no nine to five, in my eyes that’s wastin' time
I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine
Wake up in the trenches, can’t leave the house without my nine
Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
Gotta keep a gun, don’t wanna see his mama crying
If it’s a shootout I’m not gonna be the one that’s dying
Shots go off, shots firing
Can’t find the opps, they love hiding
Step in my scope, I love sniping
I ain’t got time for no fighting
Ho, I won’t go toe to toe, pop you like I’m Tory Lanez
Give no fucks, I’ma let it bang
Let 'em hear my Glock sing
Sharpshooter, don’t need no range
All my niggas tryna bust his brain
My shooter don’t take pictures, he don’t want no fame
Used to run in the streets now I’m runnin' the thing
A brand-new coupe now it’s switching lanes
Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane
She just get the dick, you don’t get a ring
These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain’t livin' how we livin'
In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions
These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain’t livin' how we livin'
In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions