(One step back)

(You are now tuning into Hysteria music)

[Chorus]

Runin I'm gunin I'm servin the trap

This shit just a pattern I'm stuck in a trap

Way too high, can’t pick up my phone

Leave a message at the tone

I’m trying to find my way back home

[Verse]

Back up, Glock 2-3 I keep it tucked, I don’t got no backup

I don’t need no backup, pussy boy better back up

I don’t do no jabs, bruh, you know I’m dumping Mags, bruh

Don't make it end up tragic, I ain’t trippin' 'bout no treesh ho

Steady lookin' through the peephole

Two phones, need two hoes

Tru's on, know I keep those

I was poor used to kick doors

Old homies had to cut those

New crib got a new bitch

New pockets, I got too lit

Mind revolvin' like a Rubik's

I'm with #city countin' fifties, bitch, in the H-town

Bitch, I’m getting lit, swear everyday I used to dream of this

Fam, look at me, like I'm nun but a drug addict

Overdose, had to put it down

For' a fucker got put down

Lord knows I put my foot down

[Chorus]

Runin im gunin I'm servin the trap

This shit just a pattern I'm stuck in a trap

Way too high, can’t pick up my phone

Leave a message at the tone

I’m trying to find my way back home