Grammy on my Mind (Radio Edit) ft. B coop Lyrics

I lost so many niggas to this war

I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)

I don't even wanna fucking speak no more

I'm in these streets don't give a fuck about a deal

Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed

Fuck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal

In that muddy water I was baptized

I'm giving you my story ion rap lies

My niggas gang bang and let straps ride

Same thing we was doing right before trap died

Since then he don't move without a strap on em

Fucking pigs shooting anything with black on em

Could've just locked Pop instead he clapped on em

Then IB got snatched up and guess who packed on em

The same niggas that he would've gave his last to blast for

Niggas that he would've shown his stash to

Watch for them niggas who bottle poppin and dap you

And turn into a ghost when them dollars drop to they last few

One shot'll knock em down fuck it send more rounds

I know ya type, statement writing soon as shit go down

I see right through you pussy niggas like a glass door

How you a gangsta and a rat Donnie Brasco

I lost so many niggas to this war

I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)

I don't even wanna fucking speak no more

I'm in these streets don't give a fuck about a deal

Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed

Fuck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal

It's too late to apologize , Timbaland told em

That shit you did was ill advised now you want closure

Well fuck you and your reasons why should've known better

Funny thing about when people cry you thought that you was clever

You know me that tall dark dude

They counted me out but bitch this part two

What the fuck you thought fool, go across your head with a barstool

Don't gas em up get left on E, I pray y'all carpool

Talking either sex yo name get exed what's next? They come an off you

Fuck how you feel, and what you hear that shit ain't real

I done lost so many niggas give me chills

Looking for a thrill this shit ain't no game betta keep yo steal

Real life call of duty left with a halo this the battlefield bitch

Everything you do only sustainable as you

Better watch yo crew, what gets yo attention gone get you

Hoe be quiet you speak another word yo ass through

I'm too solid

Keep it Bloody but I like my cash blue

I lost so many niggas to this war

I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)

I don't even wanna fucking speak no more

I'm in these streets don't give a fuck about a deal

Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed

Fuck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal