Tragic

This shit tragic
Huh, this shit tragic
Ain't this shit shit a game
This ain't Madden (this ain't Madden)
Pull up on beside him
Let him have it (let him have it)
'Cause the AR automatic (grrah, boom)
They say that you riding for your daddy (your daddy)
They say you riding for your daddy (HeartBeatz on the track)

Paranoid with my rod, I'm in traffic (I'm in traffic)
I'ma be like this 4L, I'm a savage (I'm a savage)
Tryna stay numb to the pain, this shit tragic, yeah
Bitch, don't play, shit ain't a game, this ain't Madden, yeah
Been tryna figure out what they want with me
I know all my opps think 'bout doming me (boom)
When you talking, bitch, watch how you raise your tone with me
Fake shit hurt me deep inside 'til my bones get weak

If you comin' with that fake shit
Then stay from out my face, bitch, whoa
I swear I hate that shit
And I just can't relate to that shit, no
I'm overwhelmed with this shit
And I just can't take this shit no more
Make me want to flash and pack my bags and hit the gas and just go
Can't even let you tempt me
You ain't ever shot shit, how you goin say you gon' step to me?
Real niggas to the death of me
Don't ask how I do it, being loyal the recipe
Living in this fucked up world, sometimes I wonder how would Heaven be
If I go broke and I won't rest no more, no, I'll never sleep

Paranoid with my rod, I'm in traffic (I'm in traffic)
I'ma be like this 4L, I'm a savage (I'm a savage)
Tryna stay numb to the pain, this shit tragic, yeah
Bitch, don't play, shit ain't a game, this ain't Madden, yeah
Been tryna figure out what they want with me
I know all my opps think 'bout doming me
When you talking, bitch, watch how you raise your tone with me
Fake shit hurt me deep inside 'til my bones get weak (oh, whoa)

Mmh, oh, whoa
Mmh, ay, yeah
Mmh, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa