Rumors

[Intro]
Abdul got them keys
JC on the beat, yeah, baby

[Chorus]
I told bro I'm signin’ a deal, said, "Get it in the streets"
I can't talk about the streets, the shit it did to me
Gotta watch out for the feds, I know they listenin' deep
See a opp and got the drop, so I’m like, "Fuck it, creep"
When them bullets hit his head I watched this nigga tweak
I turn fans to freaks
Niggas talkin' 'bout we backdoor, I guess they playin' police
When it's smoke up in the air we get to sprayin' the heat
That shit is for D

[Verse]
I got labels on the phone, I need a mil' a piece
For the guys I need a mil', I can’t forget OG ’causе she'll spray for me
We just lost bro ToHot, I’m likе, "Fuck it, tweak"
Couple hoes can't hit the line 'cause they too fuckin' weak
I couldn’t believe I fucked with a ho, she end up burnin' me
I'm tryna keep it in the streets, she tryna kill a cease
I just rolled another wood and watch them niggas wheep
They like, "Them niggas sweet"
I love my niggas, B
Can't watch them niggas tweak
Couple niggas don't want you on, just watch they energy
Chino died, I was shot, I lost my friend to beef
I hope you prayin' for me, I need them mils, you see?
Please don't rush to sign a deal, can die up in the streets
The label or the streets, they both my enemies
Please don't rush to sign a deal, can die up in the street
The label or the street, they both my enemy
I couldn't believe that I got shot, I gave my life to Jes'
I ran out of favors, a bitch, she can't get shit from me
Mama said that day she broke, tried to ask for Mickey D's
One thing about that lady, ain't missin' Christmas trees
Know a nigga can't go to sleep, he woke and that's his peace
True tellin', feel like the rumor, I think his ass police
The one talkin' 'bout mils and won't talk 'bout Odee
The fans, they notice me, these rappers cap, you see?
Just stay away from me
I be high up off the drugs, I think he laced the weed
And he say he smokin' him, I think I smell a C
Hell nah, you a goofy ho, you cannot hit the weed
I seen Durk stuntin' on niggas, turnin' niggas lames
I can't leave my ten year homies, really fuckin' singin', so stay away from me
How you stealin' from the guys? Your ass a snake to me
I got the K with me, I got the Drac' with me

[Chorus]
I told bro I'm signin' a deal, said, "Get it in the streets"
I can't talk about the streets, the shit it did to me
Gotta watch out for the feds, I know they listenin' deep
See a opp and got the drop, so I'm like, "Fuck it, creep"
When them bullets hit his head I watched this nigga tweak
I turn fans to freaks
Niggas talkin' 'bout we backdoor, I guess they playin' police
When it's smoke up in the air we get to sprayin' the heat
That shit is for D