Hockey Team - Moosh & Twist

It’s fucking up my mind, man I’m touring

I tell it how it is, thank the Lord

I gotta speak the truth, end of story

'Cause I’m insecure

And I got anger problems

I cut some family off

I just don’t think about 'em

I lost a couple lovers

I just don’t sing about 'em

I keep my sons close

I put a ring around 'em

Been dealing with some drama

This shit been getting ugly

Feel like I’m dodging bullets

Niggas been getting lucky

You cannot pull my card

I’m not no fucking dummy

Move on my own accord

You either hate or love me, yeah

It’s hard for me to say I was depressed

My heart numb, I don’t feel it’s nothing less

Shit is real man, I can’t reply to texts

I’m cold-blooded, what the fuck do you expect?

I’m still the extra most bestest

'02 Lexus

God on my side

I got Jesus on my necklace

Taking care the fam but I still be going reckless

Moving like the mob 'cause I know he gon protect us (Amen)

I don’t gotta call, I’m already on the guest list (Word)

If the head good then I take her out to breakfast

Had to drop a tape I can feel I’m getting restless

God on my side

I got Jesus on the necklace

Oh shit

Pull up with that thing like Project Pat (oh shit)

This 1−800, where my nigga Logic at?

(oh shit)

Sneak up on a op like an alley cat (oh shit)

Ain’t got no time for these hoes, holla back

The new whip go vroom on a bitch

I just went and put some shoes on that bitch

I ain’t playing by the rules with this shit

Vanilla Sky, Tom Cruise on that bitch

I bet the neighbors know my name

They think we some wise guys

I’m not someone to judge

I look good in God’s eyes

All close range, ain’t gon' be no drive-bys

Case closed for these kids like I work at Osh-Kosh ay

It’s hard for me to say I was depressed

This shit just hit me like a bullet to the chest

I’m done with love, I would rather have respect

I’m cold-blooded, what the fuck do you expect?

I’m still the extra most bestest

'02 Lexus

God on my side

I got Jesus on my necklace

Taking care the fam but I still be going reckless

Moving like the mob 'cause I know he gon protect us (Amen)

I don’t gotta call, I’m already on the guest list (Yeah)

If the head good then I take her out to breakfast

Had to drop a tape I can feel I’m getting restless

God on my side

I got Jesus on the necklace

Oh shit

Oh shit

I got this butterfly tattooed on my stomach

Funny thing is how I knew I should’ve never done it

All the way back then you said that you would love it

And now you got me looking crazy when I’m out in public

And yeah that’s how it’s gotta be and it’s fine with me

'Cause I’m boutta be on 10 like it’s 9:50

I got a whole lotta money in my duffel bag

Philly shit, I’m boutta get all in my fucking bag

In '07 Lil Wayne tought me how to rap

'16, 2 Chainz taught me how to trap

Kanyeezy taught me well, that’s my fucking dad

I’m the greatest rapper ever, that’s a fucking fact

Yeah, see when I wanna go in I do my thing

No stopping me

All yall playing games like monopoly

Everybody copying

All yall fucking copy and pasting

I got a Glock in my basement

I let it pop from my hip just like it’s a hockey team

When I let it talk, I ain’t talking 'bout no Rocky theme

I might go on top of things

I might take some Dramamine

On my fuckin' family

I might go on top of things

I’m looking like a mother fucking animal, for real

I got it ill

I gotta make these fucking mills

I gotta kill

I gotta do this for the ill

I --, erh

I might end up on Dr. Phil

Yeah I said for real, yeah I said for real

And I said oh yeah

Don’t know who yall playing with

Said ooh yeah

I was on some major shit

Said ooh yeah

Don’t know who yall playing with

Said ooh yeah

I was on some major shit

(Oh shit, oh shit)