Aye time piece this go crazy

Still tryna figure out your love.. is real or is it fake
As of late I feel like every move I make is a mistake

Lord knows I gotta heavy heart, carry so much weight
In a dark place with my demons I’m just hoping I escape

Knowing that you took my heart and crushed it what else you tryna take
And they say life is bitch fuck it I ain’t tryna date

In the jungle with all these chains around my neck might make me bait
But I got stripes just like that tiger with the flakes so I’m grеat

And if I end passing don’t mistake the hatе as fate
So I keep that west like kanye break hearts like 808

Tryna send you niggas north up in the sky away away
Put the whole bag on his head you can’t get ops on lay-away

And I heard bro had the route but he ain’t never say a way
So if it ain’t bout money tell them people stay away

Got some things that I don’t talk about cause niggas can’t relate
Plus lil bro done caught a..(Shh).. had to put the trey away

I got some shit up on my mind so even sleeping
When I do sleep I ain’t even dreaming

I seen my lil brother kill a demon..
At least he was a demon

Now he an angel that ain’t even speaking
And now the ops tryna get even Steven

Well if this shit ever go left I hope you know that we ain’t leaving even
And if this shit I do go right then you ain’t even leaving

Go meet yo’ god, he hoping he receive him
And BLE ain’t a gang but I’ll die for the shit that I believe in

Still tryna figure out your love
Is it fake or is it real

Tryna see if she’ll be here for life
Or is she just a kill

Wondering bout you love, Is it true love ?
All you always knew that one day I would pop just like a pill

Shaq got 50 with the clip and he still tryna get appeal
I was geeking in the studio I’m tryna get a pill

Lately I’ve been sleeping in this bitch I ain’t got no time to chill
Shit, I need a mill for a those nights that I ain’t a meal

I got a family, tell the truth I can’t afford to die
But if I die since I’m a legend I’m immortalized

Opps know not to cross the border line
Funerals is expensive and most of ya’ cannot afford to die

And all these niggas keep on copying what I do (What I do)
I go “Stunna Gambino” when I see rivals

I go “Dimebag Darrel” on all my idols (Uhh)
Make sure you stay with that choppa cause they might try you (Uhhh)

(Yeah) I done got that bag up, lil bro I could buy you
Money on yo’ head shooters laying by you

Head found in the ocean and his body in a
Bayou
Shooter pop up on him he say hello and then bye you

All of this lean got me all in my feelings
Pray for my shooter in the trenches handle all of the killings

I gave my dog some “Pedigree” he handle all of the dealing
I pop a perky for pain it handle all of the healing

Im tryna figure out your love.. is real or is it fake
As of late I feel like every move I make is a mistake

Still tryna figure out your love
Is it fake or is it real

Tryna see if she’ll be here for life
Or is she just a kill

Wondering bout you love, Is it true love ?
All you always knew that one day I would pop just like a pill

Wondering bout you love, Is it true love ?
I start to wonder cause I never had this feel


Is it true love ?
Is it you....
Uh...
Yea..