I Might Need Security

Fuck you, I love you, fuck, fuck you, I love you, fuck, fuck you, I love you, fuck, fuck you, I love you, fuck

I used to dream about them nights that I had spent with my pops

He taught me as a kid that I should never speak to the cops

That\'s back when Granny House was home, when he was movin\' the rocks

They locked him up, and that\'s when I got introduced to the block

I started hangin\' in the park with Rasta in the beginning

Mama prayin\' over me with my new life I was sendin\'

Young money got the pods bustin\', **** knew who was winnin\'

Can\'t wait to post up with that coupe that got the stars in the ceilin\'

Started rollin\' on my own, that\'s how I cope with my feelings

Couple cups and we was wet up, that provided the healin\'

I was sellin\' fruities by the bag before I was dealin\'

And we was used to throwin\' hands, but that was before the killin\'

Now, Free T. Wayne, all he saw was keys, Stevie Wonder

Like a grave digger, most the judges tryin\' to put us under

Don\'t like to kick it, made it known that I am not a punter

YSL expensive taste, I\'m with my slam like Gunner

These **** sick, they see some pussy and they turn to Junior

They think it\'s chicken, till we frown, shoulda shut it sooner

We in the world where innocents gon\' die before the shooters

Compulsive **** always lyin\', don\'t believe the rumors

Pat you on some shit, come through cuttin\' like Blade

Spray the scene cause he a roach, but I ain\'t talkin\' bout Raid

I\'m lookin\' for a non-leash to hold me down like some waves

Instead of gettin\' paid, they rather sit on Facebook all day and debate

They turned they back and left me cold, I bet them bitches regret it

Now I look at every girl the same, they fuckin\' prosthetic

**** say they wanna help you, but they really want credit

For fundin\' shit, but then they think that they can talk to you reckless

But never fold and never tell, interrogation, they belittle you

Mike ain\'t wanna sit, he told what Savage made that pistol do

**** filled with ridicule, ungrateful bitches pitiful

This conversation over, ain\'t no answer for your interview

Snitch, I can\'t believe I ever called you a vet

I hope in jail they in your ass like a cavity check

And yeah, my daddy locked, but he ain\'t lost his sanity yet

These **** mad that they ain\'t score, look why they died in a wreck

I popped a pill on my B, they felt almighty like Evan

And I don\'t need security, just send me with number seven

Face the wood and hit the stew, that\'s how I deal with aggression

You never supposed to let a bitch put a delay on progression

Just tryna show the world better, why they watchin\' discretion

My baby mama so tore up, she used my child as a weapon

And you can tell a lot just off a **** facial expression

His body language tell it all, here go sign a confession

Man, this life is a blessing, I get jiggy, I\'m steppin\'

When I get married to these millions, you can\'t come to this wedding

Bout my mama, that new house, and flood my family with presents

Me and my **** on a boat just gettin\' drunk and reflectin\'

On them times where in the end, all we had was each other

And even though we had our differences, you know you my brother

Deanna, if you hear this song, just tell my daughter I love her

I got my boy, I got my girl, so I will not have another

Bitch, fuck you

Hey, thank y\'all. Thank y\'all for listening to me

Stabbed him out, power, on the way, on the way, on the way