Dead Man (feat. Young Iggz) - Acito

Expect me, n-, like you expect Jesus to come back Expect me, n-, I'm comin' Your ex like Pocahontas Whatever happen, I'ma get money I'm on Thriller, n-, f- my conscience These foreign shoes, f- my bunions (okay) We done made a hundred bands on Sunday And I ain't goin' to Magic Monday Put the d- in her a- like crunches I came from shootin' CeeLo in the dungeon I'm tired of makin' it rain, I'd much rather go buy me a plane (okay) I had to call 'em to stop up the sink (okay) Whole lotta tried to go down the drain (ha, okay) First hundred thousand, I went made a strain I was ridin' behind Gucci in a red Mulsanne That was back in '09 before the fame came (okay) I had a check 'fore the rap check came (okay) I put baguettes on this sh-, I just blanked I don't four-four, make the check Houdini B-, you cheated, don't speak when you see me I'm in the Turbo S, no GP I'm gettin' h- from Ch-, I meant CC My n- ain't even tryna hit Saweetie (nah) That b- turn me off, no kizzy (no kizzy) I told my ex, "Don't call, I'm busy" (oh) I just told my new one she gotta trust me (gotta trust me) She love all my friends 'cause they love me (love) Everything you do and everything you say is stuck with me You're lovin' me, yeah I told my brother, "Take this watch, because I'm vulnerable" I let her get away with murder when I fall in love I told 'em, "Ante up the chips, because they know it's us" I told my n-, "f- them n-, 'cause it's f- us" They want me dead, they want me dead If I had one wish, I'd bring my n- back from the dead I'm sippin' codeine, this ain't no red, dawg I'm up but came from the struggle, duckin' red dogs, uh I keep that fire on me everywhere (21) It's one n- talk on the internet But when we turn on his block, he ain't ever there (on 21) All them lil' boys be tryna act gangster That's why when they die, I don't ever care (on 21) We in the middle of summer, but, n- We steppin', this sh- feel like February (pussy) Yellow diamonds, they canary Came from the bottom and I made it to the other side Nah, I ain't use no fairy (facts) Opps be smokin' on n- they ain't step on Them n- funny, Jim Carrey (straight up) Stones in my ear, they VVS certified B-, I can't hear you clearly (on God) Big 4L, we ain't beefin' 'bout h-, n- Don't bring that sh- near me (21) Leave your phone when you step I drop the bag, your secret is kept (21) Opps cliqued up, they needed some help Got too much money, I hired a chef Get me mad enough, I do it myself (21) Y'all n- p-, it's all on your breath (21) Go against me, that sh- bad for your health Where he stayin' is the same place he left (21) I told my brother, "Take this watch, because I'm vulnerable" (Take this watch from me) I let her get away with murder when I fall in love (yeah) I told 'em, "Ante up the chips, because they know it's us" (Because they know) I told my n-, "f- them n-, 'cause it's f- us" (I told my n-, n-) They want me dead, they want me dead (dead, they want me dead) If I had one wish, I'd bring my n- back from the dead I'm sippin' codeine, this ain't no red, dog (codeine, no red, no) I'm up but came from the struggle, duckin' red dogs, uh Metro

I have some problems And I have some problems And Ain't a day up in this life that I ain't got some problems It's nothin' to me, I just let this MAC-11 solve 'em I heard that nigga did the race but my brother caught him And don't be talkin' "bout these problems if you ain't tryna Solve them Been chasin' 'round and gunnin' down up in broad day Can't have the nigga on your team, we 'bout that gun play Was fourteen the first time I ever shot ak And I ain't talkin' in the air, that's what you thinkin', man Y'all be fuckin' with some dust recorder, live wire Re-evaluate to light the way that's fully fire I know some killers from the A, shout out my insiders We keep it solid on my side, you know we keep it quiet What you know "bout really fucking for the block though Your heart popping every time you at the corner store Can never tell, don't be walking through that front door Got me clutching on this, Nina, ready to let it blow I have some problems And I have some problems And I have some problems And no one could see beside him Aye, look I risk my life to take a life, but that's how the gang go Pistol on my hip, won't let a sucka take mv soul Always on my grind, so I'm always on the road I got that good dope, even your baby Momma know The devil on my back so I always be prayin' And I don't really care what these Suckas be sayin' Could give your ass some game, but you always complainin' When times get hard, we gon' have to thug it out I could go with no help, ain't never need a handout Find me in the hood 'cause we ain't never made it out Walk up on a sucka, watch him turn the other way You gon' need some life support when these bullets hit your face Wanna play about the gang, all my shooters gonna spray Bring my brothers out the cage, We just waitin' on that day I got too many problems, but them problems, they can wait Tryna touch a hunnid K and toke a foreign any day, nigga I have some problems And no one could see beside him But I have some problems And no one could see beside him