Viral Moment

Touchoftrent be wildin' with it

I pour an eight inside the lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin'

I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs

And I can't turn my back on boona like I ain't see him tryin'

These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die

Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic

You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic

And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't madden

All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish

Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts

And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost

And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought

Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me

They turnt their back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me

I put baguettie inside the cartier because I'm feelin' bossy

They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, "call me"

I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me

Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it

Fuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets

Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the perky tablet

I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established

You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket

I did shit for niggas without them askin'

I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin'

I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all no even though I got it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago

And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros

The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes

And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows

I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters

One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker

Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to stay I'm a butcher

Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm muslim

I talked to chops on facetime, he say, "damn, you back smokin'"

He say, "that back door damn near closed," I say, "it's back open"

I say, "these blocks could be back one," he say, "you back hopin'"

You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin'

He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion

Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion

I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment

My dreads swing, I feel like wayne, show me my opponent

And I like talkin' to the streets, like

When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like

Tell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back

You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'?

Relate to the trenches (yeah, yeah)

You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a richard mille all the time (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)

Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a richard mille is

Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'?

The voice

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah