Pulling up on my bullshit again, coldest heart I aren’t let no mother fucker cross my path, Stay in my lane doing ma thing imma bounce back from the pain, be back to stacking the cash, these demons tryna roll my peace, everything I got od with this anxiety running through my bloods tryna steal my mind, but imma thug at heart this shit really be therapeutic, coming round tryna contradict me, bit of a miss off tap back on track it’s a hit or miss ride or die kinda vibe when I’m rolling the tribe street gang see my tang yeah they run to hide