Tweakin (Acoustic) - IV JAY

Mars, uh And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin' together (oh yeah, oh yeah) And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot-ass weather That nigga just like me, I ain't know I had a tether Ain't no nigga totin' like me, yo' shit light as a feather I don't wanna work with you, don't care, that's cool (go, go) Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this fucking stool (yeah, yeah) No internet, lil' bitch, beef with this fuckin' tool And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you (hell nah) Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you) And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you, you (oh yeah, oh yeah) Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (go, go) Bitch, these VVS' on my neck wet like a fucking pool (go) (Mars) And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real

This for the ones (Never had none and never been bought) Live by the gun (Die by the gun, rifle sun) Grind for the Ghost (World for my girl, rise for the hogs) Slide for the cross (Ride for the cross, nine to your dome) Work hard in the wild, bounty found Never checks, never count I suggest you pout I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God Don't get clapped on Just a young black man with a backbone In the back come home, come black on In the Batmobile, Black Malcolm, yeah When Jibari died was off the porch for homicides Then when Hefe died, I bought some things to pass the gas But when Johnny died all I had was shows booked Down to burn in hell, I don't care how my soul look I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your fro's look But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up out the park It's just crazy seeing everybody change when things get hard We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah Nothing out of something I was leaving Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' Look at how far we done came (yeah) Now I'm a face and a name (yeah) Just gotta call 'bout my tweets (yeah) Told me to watch what I'm sayin' (yeah) Just got a call 'bout the streets (yeah) Told me to watch for a Jeep (yeah) Liberty lurk in the east (yeah) They hoppin' out ready to squeeze (yeah) Niggas emotional nowadays Lyin', they hide their coward ways Crying in court when they catch a case Off of the porch at eleven grade Call in the week, when my mama prayed Prolly why none of my karma came Just put the Benz in my mama name Family first, I can't get re-raised Had me up in church at a young age Should've had the nigga at the gun range Woulda been a lot more useful shit Who up in the pulpit truthful shit Bunch of poor people gon' use the shit Might as well go and get used to it Tryna get rich, get everybody fed But everybody dead We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah Nothing out of something I was leaving Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' Look how far we came Look how far we came Big Boy's Neighborhood that's "Tweakin'" right there, man Y'all stick around, y'all radio's right here in Big Boy Neighborhood