201

[Verse]
Motherfucker from 201
The way I'm spitting it's like firing guns
Tryna get paid so I ain't got no bills to worry bout
You motherfuckers got it twisted, yeah your heads in the clouds
I descend into madness, while my paper be stacking, I ain't got time for sadness no more
Leave it to Yung T to fuck up the score, and leave it to him if you want your fans begging for more

I ain't nothing like I used to be, from girls I've loved with other motherfuckers up in the sheets to my brothers stuck in the streets
Started playing for keeps and still, I haven't had the thought of giving in yеt
Never fearing thе end, the blood releasing my breath
Know it's painful like that tec that be hitting your chest
And they try to convince you but you don't need em
You can keep your perfect life, man I'm looking for freedom