Tug of War March17

[Chorus]
Yeah, rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls
Real as I say, so I can't get exposed
I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone
Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long (FOREVEROLLING)
Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't
Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone
Why would I ask you for sex when we grown?
Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

[Verse 1]
Three of four killers, I'm tryna get home
Over the fence, drop a pack on the drone
Owner, operator, distribute loads
I gave him a chance, run a half to the bros
Three days done passed, he quit answerin' the phone
I get you whacked, put them racks on your dome
I made it cool, pay them racks for a lo'
I made it cool smoke a Black in your song
Up, I can't sleep or leave Addys alone
I lost more bricks than Jay-Z and didn't quit
I lost my heart tryna boss up a bitch
I'ma spin from the law, can't get flicked with a switch
Up on his whip, make you swerve in the ditch
Nervous, I swerved him and ain't see him since
Pray he ain't lose all his courage and snitch
Watch your attorneys, they work with the twist
Safety glass ceilings, don't let 'em get tricked
Streets in position, you just not in the mix
How far you get all depend on your wrist
How big the reward all depend on the risk

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls
Real as I say, so I can't get exposed
I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone
Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long
Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't
Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone
Why would I ask you for sex when we grown?
Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

[Verse 2]
Yeah, robbers and bandits, we buckin' the law
Make some more money, I'm cuttin' her raw
Makin' on extras get stuffed in her bra
Meet with the plug and have brunch in the bar
Shiesties come off once the trust get involved
Traffickin', trailin' the truck and the car
Pushin' this weight back and forth, tug of war
It'll get tan if you butter the tar
Residue stuck at the bottom of the jar
Mannitol Superman cut in the drawer
Sabotaged 'cause I won't fuck her no more
I do her right, what you rushin' me for?
Pay for my studio, visuals and tour
What the fuck I need a record deal for?
I got your whole record deal on my arm
I can't be fucked with in nothin' at all
Left too much blood at the bottom to fall
Easy to catch, let some air out the ball
Three or four killers, I'm payin' they bond
Been had no fent', smokin' strips through a 'gar
I made it easy, don't act like it's hard
Street credit finished, we'll cancel this card
Punishment, can't let 'em run off too far (Too far, too far)
I loved you before, I don't love you no more

[Chorus]
Rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls
Real as I say so I can't get exposed
I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone
Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long
Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't
Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone
Why would I ask you for sex when we grown?
Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

[Outro]
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