"Tug of War March17" lyrics

Rollin' up Woods in the back of the Rolls, real as I say so I can't get exposed
I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone, treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long
Foreverolling
Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't, lie to my face, seen a text in her phone
Why would I ask you for sex when we grown? Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

Three of four killers I'm tryna get home, over the fence, drop a pack on the drone
Owner operator distribute loads, I gave him a chance, run a half to the bros
Three days had passed, he quit answering the phone, I get you whacked, put them racks on your dome
I made it cool, pay them racks for a lo, I made it cool, smoke a black in your song
Up, I can't sleep or leave Addys alone, I lost more bricks than Jay-Z and didn't quit
I lost my heart trying to boss up a bitch, I'ma spin from the law, can't get flicked with a switch
Up on his whip, make him swerve in a ditch, nervous, I served him and ain't see him since
Pray he ain't lose all his courage and snitch, watch your attorneys, they work with the twist
Safety glass ceilings, don't let 'em get tricked, streets in position, you just not in the mix
How far you get all depend on your wrist, how big the reward all depend on the risk

Rollin' up Woods in the back of the Rolls, real as I say so I can't get exposed
I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone, treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long
Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't, lie to my face, seen a text in her phone
Why would I ask you for sex when we grown? Then have the audacity to ask me what's wrong

Robbers and bandits, we buckin' the law, make some more money, I'm cutting her raw
And you know extras get stuffed in her bra, meet with the plug and have brunch in a bar
Sheistys come off once the trust get involved, trafficking, trailing the truck and the car
Pushing this weight back and forth, tug of war, it'll get tan if you butter the tar
Residue stuck at the bottom of the jar, mannitol Superman cut in the drawer
Sabotaged 'cause I won't fuck her no more, I do you right, what you rushing me for?
Pay for my studio, visuals and tour, what the fuck I need a record deal for?
I got your whole record deal on my arm, I can't be fucked with in nothing at all
Left too much blood at the bottom to fall, easy to catch, let some air out the ball
Three or four killers, I'm paying they bond, behind the fence, smuggle strips through a guard
I made it easy, don't act like it's hard, street credit finished, we'll cancel this card
Punishment, can't let 'em run off too far, I loved you before, don't love you no more

Rollin' up Woods in the back of the Rolls, real as I say so I can't get exposed
I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone, treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long
Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't, lie to my face, seen a text in her phone
Why would I ask you for sex when we grown? Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong