Probably Not

[Chorus]
Got a couple goons here with me in the spot
Dummy try to run up on me then he gettin' shot
Don’t you look at me no funny way, I might take what you got
They asked me if I changed ways, probably not

[Verse]
I got niggas sitting up doing time, they in the box
I remember on that block, I been what's fly, I'm fuckin’ thots
Niggas talkin' like they with this shit, they wasn't sellin' rocks
Niggas talkin' like they wit' this shit, they never get no gwuap
Why you talking hot?
We could spin the block, this off the top, fuck the shit i wrote
This shit ain't no joke, a nigga run up on me, pistol through his throat
I'ma take his life, leave him at thе light
These niggas talking like thеy with this shits, I see him, it’s on sight
And my future lookin’ bright, I'm tryna get to different levels
Angel on one shoulder, on the other side the Devil
Niggas talking like they with this shit, shit they ain’t on my level
'Bout to cop a Richard mil', flooded on the bezel
Fuck the opps, them niggas meddle
Ain't nothin’ I'm tryna settle
Fuck around, I get 'em gone, call Brodie like, "What's the schedule?"
Corny, I call the kettle
Knew I was something special
Fell in love with the studio, shit, I'm happy I met you
I'm a real one, speaking from them trenches
I got niggas locked down behind the fences
(I'm a real one, real one, speaking from them trenches)
(I got niggas locked down behind the fences)
I done moved my mom out the hood to a better place
Did a couple things but no slackin', time to elevate
Niggas hate but in reality I know I'm living great
I'on care, I bet you wish you had a better faith
Pickin' up the pace, I don't care to lose the ones who can't relate
I'm grateful like a mother fucker, I don't celebrate
Onna paper chase, it's gon' be a problem if my paper late
Day-to-day, I been bustin' sweat out like it's labor day
I'm workin' hard, in the studio, steady on my grind
Money on my mind, this shit got me on a different time
Overtime, 24/7, it's a colder mind
Head-ups any situation you ain't fold mine
Talkin' on the gram, all jacks 'til we slide through
4-5 bullets through ya' back, you gon' die too
Realize you don't really want smoke, I advise you
We really live it, I can't tell you what the guys do
Free my nigga Mini Mack, he shoot shit, he like 5'2
Claimin' what you didn't do, you pussy I despise you
Rather have a rival than have a fake friend
I been through some shit that I won't ever do again
I'm still riding 'til the end, loyalty no pretend
If I call you my brother then you blood fuck a friend
Got some new shit that extend, if a nigga tryna run me, oh no, got up, oh no

[Chorus]
Got a couple goons here with me in the spot
Dummy try to run up on me then he gettin' shot
Don't you look at me no funny way, I might take what you got
They asked me if I changed ways, probably not