Oh, there's something I can't stand it My heart can't take this damage In the way I feel, can't stand it How you love me, I'm up in the booth Said I'm lyin', like, show me the proof Get in my back, put a six in the deuce Hey, who? I'll keep your *** as juice And you can't walk a mile in my shoes You ain't throw as much shots as I do You don't throw in the glock like I do And you definitely throw up in that block like I do Lately, I've been feelin' alone But I'm clutchin' my chrome Paid him off, my mom come and get home Twenty minutes, cause I ain't answer my phone Then I heard JBA make it home They say, Flocka, keep up and be strong Nah, why? Cause that **** was wrong And I told him to keep that **** on I got my front, but it's you behind me Get goofy like Marlon and Gina Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy They get deady like Whitney and Bobby I broke my pole, she think she gon' line me With the 30, I go back to the cocky If I ain't dead, then it's dead, they can't stop me Gotti and Naughty, it's Gotti, my top three He the smoochie, the spin call up Gotti So-so with Noxy and Lobby Know a hooter who ain't for Scalottis He be barking, his name is Lonati If I tell him to get him, I know that he got me So I got him, he stay right beside me I been thinking like she moving Wocky She keep telling me, Flocky, who got me? Is he gon' climb for me and forget Rocky? I'm puttin' rocks out the door like it's hockey Can't box right now, bullets punchin' like Ali Gotta keep it out or they gon' watch me And I know that the fence gonna lock me Ride on with it, I hope they don't stop me If they do, then it's gon' be a hot suite I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me You better off first, boy, you better not let him Hop out first, you better catch him They only got one up on you if you let him How you told him you fed him, you fed him? Thought he got shot at, so I'm broke, I'mma dent him He can't come to this block, I won't let him Lonati, he spot him, he got him, he get him LL Jono, gon' hop out and stretch him Thuggy B, he gon' throw like McGrady Pauly B, he be throwin' like Brady Bullet for JB, this s*** got no safety When we up at the duck, we go crazy We gon' head up his ligaments, leave him lazy That's why I'm broke, I got shots for who hate me We them EBK, DOH, EBG babies, like Get back, gang, that's how they raise me, like And I told bro, there's gon' be another one I got booked for the top with another one And I promise they won't take my mother's son Think that I'm goin', he's on it, tell my son Who these on it? Think that I'm runnin' from him Changin', I can't take this My heart can't take this, tell me The way I feel, can't tell me