Intro
Almighty Nate
I said mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, yeah
Said it's on me, yeah

Chorus: J.I. The Prince Of N.Y
I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed
My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said
Got all these tears I done formed, but they ain't never shed

Verse 1: J.I. The Prince Of N.Y
They said they went through hell and back when we was livin' there
Tryna last a day inside my shoes when I got different pairs
I can't believe this little bitch thought she was slick
I got the spits and then I dipped, I had to show her that I didn't care
I pay attention all the time, you got no choice but to respect it
I can't let them take my life, that's why we walk around with weapons
I can't get you off my mind, it's to the point where I be stressin'
I got played so many times, it was all I expected, nah, nah
Niggas televised my pain when I needed help
I always thought I needed you, but bitch, I need myself
Who am I to believe a bitch when I don't believe myself?
And I refuse to please a bitch when I can please myself
I had my back against the ropes, I had to protect myself
The hopes I had were way too high, I used to upset myself
I gave you way too many chances, I had to check myself
How do you expect me to respect you and you don't respect yourself?
You had no reason to do what you did, but you still did it, nigga
They ain't think I'd make it out the hood until I did it, nigga
This for all them days when I woke up and wished I didn't, nigga
And where I'm from, we put in pain before we feel it, nigga

Chorus: J.I. The Prince Of N.Y
I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed
My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said
I feel no type of way, just take these bullets to the head

Bridge: J.I. The Prince Of N.Y
I had what you need, I had what you want
You was in these street doing niggas wrong
Now you on my meat, singing all my songs
Now you wanna speak, blowing up my phone
I had what you need, I had what you want
You was in these streets doing niggas wrong
When you be with your friends, you be singing all my songs
Now you wanna speak, you be blowing up my phone

Chorus: J.I. The Prince Of N.Y & Lil TJay
I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed
My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said (What y'all said)
I feel no type of way, just take these bullets to the head (Grrt, gat)

Verse 2: Lil Tjay
Couple soldiers locked down, I scream "Free the guys" (Free the guys)
Petty shit we overlooked done got us penalized (Penalized)
I still talk to Mini everyday, he got like three to five (Free the Mini mack)
All this shit been puncturing my heart, but I won't ever cry (No I won't)
Brand new money coming in, I just put that shit aside (Oh, oh, oh)
Y'all might think this shit I did was easy but it took it's time (Oh, oh, oh)
Now I'm on my grind, overwhelmin', I've been contemplating time (Oh, oh, oh)
Fuck a line, I been skipping shit, this talent is hard to find
Tell on mine? Swear to God that I won't never tell on mine (No, I won't)
I was there? Nigga, who? What? Fuck it, guess I'm blind (Oh, no, no, no)
How you real, how you scary? Plus you guilty of that crime (Of that crime)
I guess that I'm in a different mind, shit be hard to find (Shit be hard to find)
'Cause I'm different, ain't too many like me (No, no, no, no)
All the sudden bitches tryna write me (Write a nigga, no, no)
Now these bitches come around tryna sight-see (No, no, no, no)
I just want the Masi, she hit me up like, "I see" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I know that she don't like me, she just want to brag (Brag)
I caught the kitten, after that, I left that bitch on read (Read)
Shorty got potential, but she skeet off like a slag (Slag)
She said I'm her teddy bear, I treat her like I'm Ted (Oh, no)
Raf fake, Gucci cake, stripping, might get played (Oh, oh)
Outfit go retarted, I get checks like special ed (Oh, oh)
Youngins in my city going dumb they still might slide (Oh)
I'm just tryna show 'em it's a better way instead (No, no)

Chorus: J.I. The Prince Of N.Y
I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed (Go to bed)
My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said
I feel no type of way, just take these bullets to the head (To the head)

Outro
Take 'em to the head, uhh
You don't make it 'til you're dead, no
Take 'em to the head, take 'em to the head, mm, oh