Sticky

I ran all outta trust back when my nigga died They slimed him in his dreams just for a couple thousand In the streets this shit get sticky gotta watch ya family Never know who really love ya they be plotting on ya But this ain't that an that ain't this Gotta keep my pole on me an you know I don't plan to miss Let me pop my shit for Kellz juice can't forget my cousin rick Love all my thugs up top this shit don't stop We all gone win Lord forgive me for my sins but I'm too caught in the wind Did all with love But the thought of you crossing me Kinda made me wonder Could I trust you with my life If we gotta caught up with that Kylie Shit Never mind all that We just wanna run threw the pack Ima put this gas on the map Iont even talk in the trap We just wanna seal up them packs Uh But ain't that easy When pack touchdown whole spot start reeking Shit came cross country Nigga took one look damn near caught a fever But I can't stop now only way leaving out for a real good reason I ran all outta trust back when my nigga died They slimed him in his dreams just for a couple thousand In the streets this shit get sticky gotta watch ya family Never know who really love ya they be plotting on ya But this ain't that an that ain't this Gotta keep my pole on me an you know I don't plan to miss Let me pop my shit for Kellz juice can't forget my cousin rick Love all my thugs up top this shit don't stop We all gone win Lord forgive me for my sins but I'm too caught in the wind I'm spending like a nigga never had shit But that's the price you pay when you came from pavement this shit get crazy I watch the struggle from a early age with no cable Fighting for positions like we Jordan Pippen I close my eyes And see dead guys Feel like I lost my mind I know they hate to see the shine But it came with the time Can't get caught up in the mix You might get left behind My OG lead me to that creek I turned it to a pond So we don't listen when they hate they love when you respond I make that paper do a trick just like a deck of cards Let's run it up no I can't get enough of adding up I miss my dogs I'm rolling up tryna hold on to trust I ran all outta trust back when my nigga died They slimed him in his dreams just for a couple thousand In the streets this shit get sticky gotta watch ya family Never know who really love ya they be plotting on ya But this ain't that an that ain't this Gotta keep my pole on me an you know I don't plan to miss Let me pop my shit for Kellz juice can't forget my cousin rick Love all my thugs up top this shit don't stop We all gone win Lord forgive me for my sins but I'm too caught in the wind