(feat. Big Lurch, CPO, Yukmouth)



[Hook: TQ]

I got this feelin that somebody's watchin me

And I just can't seem to get over it

The game done fucked up my mind

So I'm clutchin my nine and don't even know why

When I get that feelin, there ain't no stoppin me

You can't take a man from his money

But somebody always tryin, so niggas keep dyin

And I'm 'bout to lose my mind



[Yuk]

Nigga, my momma was a dopefiend, so by the age of fourteen

I'm slangin more fiend by the liquor store, poppin codiene's

Nigga, by no means, what they hittin for

Gettin more green, nigga for gold rings

Money gettin low, makin broke cream

Nigga my whole team be boss hoggin

It cost when a nigga be lost in the midst a boss ballin

Shot callin, all of my niggas be in floss mode

Bitch suckin ya dick under the table 

while you eatin waffles at Roscoe's, nigga



[Lurch]

There's somethin about this gangsta rhythm, it don't get 'em

Feed you a prizm of hypnotism

My mental is unstable, can I get 'em, givin shots to ya dome

Put you in caskets if you think that you could stop the

Cat that's havin more static than Cindy Laufer

Two year old's runnin the game, nobody gettin softer

[???] [????] my shoulder by the next corrupted flosser

If you lose a battle then ya life it's gon' cost ya, uh



[Hook]



[Lurch]

Watchin [??] [???] means in this game

Them triflin, itchy trigger finger, bright-eyed snipin 'em

Enhanced in my hype and in tums

That is ya kite, flight and wind [???]

You in Atlanta with no one to strap up but ???



(Yuk)

Uh, I'm tite, huh

I lay this game down, jump back and kiss myself like I was James Brown

Spin around, hit the splits on the ground then split your muthafuckin crown

Turnin zips into pounds like Phoenix Mitchell, or little Darryl

Shadey as fuck like a big ass sombraro



[CPO]

All these niggas tryna' hog my fame (what)

Tryna' salt my game, ain't nothin changed, please maintain

You may claim game but fame claims to be whats happenin now

I'm tacklin crowds with mackin styles, see how now niggas actin now

I'm packin miles to capacity, who's taxin me

Nobody but the government, even you haters dubbin it

Lovin it (E, when your shit gon' drop?)

All the while you got your chrome cocked tryna' get my phone blocked



[Hook]



[CPO]

Momma tellin me to gon' scream

Done lost anotha nigga from the hometeam

Gold dreams make a nigga moan

Seems like every other day The Lord mad at me

Sad to see your loves fall, even worse when the scrubs call

Talkin bout, "heard about the other day, trouble stay"

We try to bubble, play low-key so nobody know me

Stay high like some [???], so cold, En Vogue bitches couldn't hold me

What, bitch



[Hook]