Flows

M8V3N Gang

Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang

That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang

M8V3N, M8V3N Gang

Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang

Look, I know lately they hatin' on me

Got my family dependin' on me

Niggas pocket watchin', niggas droppin' dots

I can't go jail I got places to be

'Member the days we was waitin' to feast, and there weren't really places to eat

'Member losses I took on repeat

And still they throw shade on my name

My nigga, I done seen plenty shit, never talk about it

Bodies drop, can't do shit but put chalk around 'em

Only one time when I walk without it

Got some scars, but what after, can't talk about it

People's feelings change when your change up

Been through situations, people ain't the same returnin' favors

Counted on people and waited on people, but nobody comin'

Times when they doubted me, **** them apologies

Help me, you could've but nobody would and

They ain't got love for me

Bitches adorin' me now 'cause they see where I'm headed toward and

I.. really reminisce on certain days up in the system, the time that I lost and

I... really really missed our childhood, grievin' 'cause the drillin' was mainly my focus

Look, we was dumb-minded, thank God, focused up, we was dumb-minded

Three or two, in the pump, my nigga

We ain't tote, woulda lost my niggas

Free the whole gang, missin' all my niggas

Wit' the gang, same pain, needle up my nigga

Drill after drill, healin' all my niggas

Sin after sin, forgive all my niggas

I woke up in some bad rage

Bro called, he said he sensin' a bad day

Say they love me, that's mad fake

Send shots get shot, they know I got some bad fate

They don't like how I'm stuck in my bad ways

**** it, I'm stuck in my bad ways

They don't like how I'm stuck in my bad ways

**** it, I'm stuck in my bad ways

I got shot, I ain't bitch, I just manned up

Can't trip, gotta keep tears tucked

Elevated, we was broken, we was devastated

Never hatin', was waitin', we got impatient

Don't you get mistaken

Look, I might still bend a block, now we got a patient

Fry 'em up, no bacon

Look, know we stand on the strip 'til the block is vacant

Shorty say I'm Satan, got the devil in me

I know God forgive me

All my niggas gon' shoot if there's problems with me

What? So what's the problems with me?

Droppin' bombs on 'em

You was tellin' you would drop a dime on 'em

Pull a nine on him

He ain't loyal, so we put a fine on him

What you know 'bout...

Hunnid days, hunnid nights in the whip 'til you know the route?

I ain't showin' out

Say less, I know what you gon' do for a lot a clout

I ain't goin' out

Please don't call me for nothin', I'm focused on money quick

My day was rainy, no sunny shit

Please never act like you love me, bitch

M8V3N, M8V3N Gang

Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang

That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang

M8V3N, M8V3N Gang

Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang

That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang