Nitrose

Everything I'm doing classical and I'm not talking fur elise yeah

You gotta talk to my manager if you asking for the cost of the lease yeah

I ain't got dope in my car but i swear i get harassed by all the police yeah

I was en route to the trap and i cook it up weezy 500 degrees yeah

What you want what you need? yeah, got bars or the green yeah

Gotta move lowkey yeah, ooh babe I need to see ya

I ain't got time for no teasing, bend that shit over I ease in

I'm bouta spazz for no reason, I'm bouta spazz for no reason

I'm with my bloodaz I'm bleeding, he try to run down he ain't breathin

The bag imma plеdge my allegiance, fuck that shit I'm going dеmon

I know these niggas are creeping, we ain't gone link on the weekend

I know some scammers they schemin', seen them count up in a demon

And they pressin' bout a case first 48 I ain't never seen it

When they lock yo ass treat ya money like my wrist Imma freeze it

Goin' up these streets is cold boy they stay anemic

Point me to an honest soul something I ain't seen yet

I got niggas down the road pay to phone on weekends

They can trap a nigga body but yo soul can't weaken

Goin' up these streets is cold boy they stay anemic

Point me to an honest soul something I ain't seen yet

I got niggas down the road pay to phone on weekends

They can trap a nigga body but yo soul can't weaken

We was hustling trying to grow you don't even know how this shit go

You was running from the law now we can't talk good on the phone

Seen you left a voicemail from a jail cell and my heart froze

Now I'm texting yo main thang asking "when you coming home?"

You supposed to be in miami up on ocean drive in a ghost

We was supposed to be counting racks up acting up on the coast

One thing I can say about it you a street nigga never told

You did time for another nigga that's what fucked me up the most

Goin' up these streets is cold boy they stay anemic

Point me to an honest soul something I ain't seen yet

I got niggas down the road pay to phone on weekends

They can trap a nigga body but yo soul can't weaken

Goin' up these streets is cold boy they stay anemic

Point me to an honest soul something I ain't seen yet

I got niggas down the road pay to phone on weekends

They can trap a nigga body but yo soul can't weaken

I got niggas on house arrest I got niggas down the road

I got niggas who dodgin feds cuz them niggas never told

I got niggas in the graveyard, thinking bout that shit it be hard

Be hard, be hard