"ROTTEN" lyrics
Yeah, come on
Yeah (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
No time to decide, is you ready or not?
You gotta give this shit all you got
Dove in that water and it got hot
Them youngins ain't never gon' stop, they plottin'
Everybody died, then got forgotten
No sons, she out in that bitch rotten
Everybody afraid of karma, that bitch watchin'
Only real justice is karma, that bitch toxic
Like when he had my bro low, we got his lo'
And hit his gang, we ain't wavin' a rocket (Grrah)
Fuck a opp, and we do a problem (You know that)
When them niggas had Smith & Wessons
We was hoppin' out with choppers (You know that)
Over East, we give toe-tags
Switch the V out, we got four-flats
Used to post up and get no money
Now I don't pop-out if it ain't no check
Real street nigga, that ain't no flex
Chains four-hunnid, plus a Rolex
I'm the man now, ooh, it's man down
Caught his ho ass past Colfax
Felt trauma when I was a child
And I'm still feelin' shit right now
I be on the road, fans goin' wild
Ask how I'm dealin' with it right now
Gettin' blunted in a foreign, ridin' 'round
I don't even got no feelings right now (Can't feel my face)
Devil fuckin' with a nigga all the time
Fuck-nigga, I'm just chillin' right now
Heart achin', I should be healin' right now
Boy, I'm finna make another killin' right now (Whew)
Ain't no distractions bringin' me down
I'm stackin' money to the ceilin' right now
I ran up a million so many times
I'm thinkin', "What if I was drillin' right now?"
You know me and mine put this shit on the line
If you wanna shine and get on yo' grind, nigga
No time to decide, is you ready or not?
You gotta give this shit all you got
Dove in that water and it got hot
Them youngins ain't never gon' stop, they plottin'
Everybody died, then got forgotten
No sons, she out in that bitch rotten
Everybody afraid of karma, that bitch watchin'
Only real justice is karma, that bitch toxic
Like when he had my bro low, we got his lo'
And hit his gang, we ain't wavin' a rocket (Grrah)
Fuck a opp, and we do a problem (You know that)
When them niggas had Smith & Wessons
We was hoppin' out with choppers (You know that)
Yeah (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
No time to decide, is you ready or not?
You gotta give this shit all you got
Dove in that water and it got hot
Them youngins ain't never gon' stop, they plottin'
Everybody died, then got forgotten
No sons, she out in that bitch rotten
Everybody afraid of karma, that bitch watchin'
Only real justice is karma, that bitch toxic
Like when he had my bro low, we got his lo'
And hit his gang, we ain't wavin' a rocket (Grrah)
Fuck a opp, and we do a problem (You know that)
When them niggas had Smith & Wessons
We was hoppin' out with choppers (You know that)
Over East, we give toe-tags
Switch the V out, we got four-flats
Used to post up and get no money
Now I don't pop-out if it ain't no check
Real street nigga, that ain't no flex
Chains four-hunnid, plus a Rolex
I'm the man now, ooh, it's man down
Caught his ho ass past Colfax
Felt trauma when I was a child
And I'm still feelin' shit right now
I be on the road, fans goin' wild
Ask how I'm dealin' with it right now
Gettin' blunted in a foreign, ridin' 'round
I don't even got no feelings right now (Can't feel my face)
Devil fuckin' with a nigga all the time
Fuck-nigga, I'm just chillin' right now
Heart achin', I should be healin' right now
Boy, I'm finna make another killin' right now (Whew)
Ain't no distractions bringin' me down
I'm stackin' money to the ceilin' right now
I ran up a million so many times
I'm thinkin', "What if I was drillin' right now?"
You know me and mine put this shit on the line
If you wanna shine and get on yo' grind, nigga
No time to decide, is you ready or not?
You gotta give this shit all you got
Dove in that water and it got hot
Them youngins ain't never gon' stop, they plottin'
Everybody died, then got forgotten
No sons, she out in that bitch rotten
Everybody afraid of karma, that bitch watchin'
Only real justice is karma, that bitch toxic
Like when he had my bro low, we got his lo'
And hit his gang, we ain't wavin' a rocket (Grrah)
Fuck a opp, and we do a problem (You know that)
When them niggas had Smith & Wessons
We was hoppin' out with choppers (You know that)
