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Yessir I could never show my hand, I'm so unpredictable This lifestyle wasn't in my plans, but this what I'm sticking to Pockets full of bands, I got green, pink, and blue All these diamonds on me dance, I guess that's an issue too All these niggas bugging so I'm thugging on my lonely I got all my brothers, I ain't tryna be your homie You know I don't need no spotlight, got this Cartier on me I can't slip and let a nigga harm me So I gotta keep a firearm in my arms free We ain't shooting for no reason, hit a nigga up for reaching I gotta put some distance between me and my dawgs if they leeching They done pushed me to the limit, but they still tryna say that I'm the reason wе ain't speaking I be like, "No way," but it's okay YXNG K.A bе at his best when he doing his own thing Okay, I admit it, I been addicted to all the wrong things I get in my feelings in the studio and let my soul sing Running out of love, running out of patience How the fuck they say they love me with a heart full of hatred Niggas wanna be around me like they wasn't vacant When I was chasing, too much medication, my heart racing They don't wanna understand, but I got issues too I still cry sometimes, I need tissues too All that dickriding, I don't get into SongtexteWe might put an end to dude, pop him like an inner tube I could never show my hand, I'm so unpredictable This lifestyle wasn't in my plans, but this what I'm sticking to Pockets full of bands, I got green, pink, and blue All these diamonds on me dance, I guess that's an issue too Chain on my neck like an igloo Foe'nem popping all that [?] I ain't even fuck, she ask for a purse, I had to cut her loose Fuck in the 'Raq, be in Atlanta, I call it stick and move I told you never lie to me, you told the jakes the truth Let me out this investigation room 'cause I got shit to do Molly, Xanax, weed, I told her pick and choose Me, slime, Booga, I told the bitch to choose, yeah And I got issues too I told my brother don't turn his back 'cause that's what bitches do Opps be tryna spread fake news like he in critical You ain't even shoot when your dawg died, we ain't feeling you or hearing you, yeah I could never show my hand, I'm so unpredictable This lifestyle wasn't in my plans, but this what I'm sticking to Pockets full of bands, I got green, pink, and blue All these diamonds on me dance, I guess that's an issue too Aus Songtexte Mania