Agony

[Intro]
Great John on the beat, by the way

[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, look
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

[Verse 1]
Chest shots get you left on your back, look
Double and triple the racks, I started off with a grip and a pack, look
Stuffing that clip 'til it max, I'm with it all, tell 'em spin and attack
I get high just to keep me intact, my demon's callin', said they want me to black
Uh-huh, yeah, I'm on top, toupee, you ain't talkin' money, fuck what you say
I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain, I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
We ain't get you yet, get you someday
We ain't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play, hit a lick, I can't complain
You was in the sun, left me in the rain, but it's cool, I was with the gang
I know niggas change, but I ain't the same, I'm a different man
To the cops I don't say a thing, see an opp, we gon' let it bang

[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

[Verse 2]
Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
I done been through some pain, ain't no healing, he don't want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobody in school, the internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin'
All the shorties is losin' they feelings, you ain't save her, so she turned to a villain
I can't even feel pain no more
I was down on my last, was broke, needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I got a big bankroll)
I can't even feel pain no more
They takin' my niggas to jail and givin' 'em years, aIn't sendin' them home
Federales don't leave us alone, they tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
Got a bag and I got in my zone, I'm king of New York if you wanted the throne
Them niggas ain't really your bro, they plannin' on f— your ho (Your ho)
Them niggas ain't really your bro, they switchin' and you never know, look
Them niggas ain't really your bro, they plannin' on killin' they own, look

[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

[Outro]
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last