Bad Habits

I see these niggas, they plottin' against me, hurt me to peep all the signals

You only hitting my phone when you caught in a jam, that's some bitch niggas symptoms

Fuck em, whoever be with em, you see how I rock, catch the rhythm

I don't get it, everything I got, I give it I own my whips, but your cars is rented

I just don't get it They got the game fucked up and it's wicked

They only love you when they see you winnin' That's just a fucked up commitment

They switchin' sides and they way too complicit I don't know how else a nigga can fix it

Need to stop smokin', bad habits I need to go ahead and kick it

Feeding my family, cause that's my intentions They still do me dirty, just like some chitlins

But I'm doin' well, one hell of a feelin' I just be wishin' to sitting on 400 acres