Body Bags

I been stayin' out the way, I got so much shit on my plate
 They been askin', "Where is Jay?" I think it's time that I escape
 And I know these niggas too fake, and I know that they two-faced
 No, I can't fault them, that shit what happened too fake
 I don't wanna face
 So I can relate and this shit crazy, this shit crazy
 I got my job, have a baby with my baby, she drive me crazy
 And this shit crazy as the lean that I'm sippin' got me lazy
 And I go through so much pain, that's the reason that I'm faded
 And they want me to stop, want me to flop, want me to quit
 And I came up from the block, runnin' from cops in the bricks
 And now since I'm on top, what I got, I cherish it
 I done seen and did a lot, but I won't gossip 'bout that shit
 They got blood all on that money, blood all on my fingertips
 Crazy how fame and the money could broke off relationships
 But when you run out of money, that's when they all disappear
 They gon' start actin' funny and talk 'bout you when you ain't there
 Been through this shit before, so I know
 They changed on me, but that ain't right, though (that ain't right, though)
 Walked in with every chain, now that's a light show
 Hopped in a foreign just so I could ride slow
 Don't talk to me right now
 Tell all you pussy-ass niggas, "Pipe down"
 Tell all these goofy-ass bitches, you a clown
 Tryna ride my wave, fuck around and drown
 I'm high as a bitch, I'm all in the clouds
 On my way to the top, so I can't look down
 I was broke as a bitch, but look at me now
 This shit is a blessing, I came from the ground
 Forever I'm silent, I won't make a sound
 If you a fuck nigga, you can't come around
 I remember them days I was sellin' them pounds
 I was stuck in the trap tryna get off an ounce
 If I'm hungry, I'm puttin' your face to the ground
 I gotta go get it, no waitin' around
 My time ain't next, we takin' it now
 Can't run from my problems, I'm facin' 'em now
 I told all them bitches, "Stop calling my phone"
 I tell all them niggas, "Bitch, leave me alone"
 If he see us pressin', I'm callin' Jerome
 They know I go extra, they know what I'm on
 Slangin' that metal, my nigga, lil' chrome
 You talkin' shit, we aim at your dome
 Catch your ass lackin' when you comin' home
 Catch your ass lackin' when you comin' home
 Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
 Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
 Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
 Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
 Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
 Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
 Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
 Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop