Why Would I Testo

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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
We 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