Body Bags

I been stayin’ out the way, I got so much shit on my plate
They been askin’: Where is Jay? I think it’s time that I escape
And I know these niggas too fake, and I know that they two-faced
No, I can’t fault them, that shit what happened too fake
I don’t wanna face, so I can relate and this shit crazy, this shit crazy
I got my job, a baby with my baby, she drive me crazy
And this shit crazy as the lean that I’m sippin’ got me lazy
And I go through so much pain, that’s the reason that I’m faded
And they want me to stop, want me to flop, want me to quit
And I came up from the block, runnin’ from cops in the bricks
And now since I’m on top, what I got, I cherish it
I done seen and did a lot, but I won’t gossip ‘bout that shit
They got blood all on that money, blood all on my fingertips

Crazy how fame and the money could broke off relationships
But when you run out of money, that’s when they all disappear
They gon’ start actin’ funny and talk ‘bout you when you ain’t there
Been through this shit before, so I know
They changed on me but that ain’t right, though (that ain’t right, though)
Walked in with every chain, now that’s a light show
Hopped in a foreign just so I could ride slow
Don’t talk to me right now
Tell all you pussy-ass niggas: Pipe down
Tell all these goofy-ass bitches: You a clown
Tryna ride my wave, fuck around and drown
I’m high as a bitch, I’m all in the clouds
On my way to the top, so I can’t look down
I was broke as a bitch, but look at me now
This shit is a blessing, I came from the ground

Forever I’m silent, I won’t make a sound
If you a fuck nigga, you can’t come around
I remember them days I was sellin’ them pounds
I was stuck in the trap tryna get off an ounce
If I’m hungry, I’m puttin’ your face to the ground
I gotta go get it, no waitin’ around
My time ain’t next, we takin’ it now
Can’t run from my problems, I’m facin’ ‘em now
I told all them bitches: Stop calling my phone
I all them niggas: Bitch, leave me alone
If he see us pressin’, I’m callin’ Jerome
They know I go extra, they know what I’m on
Slangin’ that metal, my nigga, lil’ chrome
You talkin’ shit, we aim at your dome
Catch your ass lackin’ when you comin’ home
Catch your ass lackin’ when you comin’ home

Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop