Lyrics Turnt Back v2 (feat. Demetrius) - Drew Famous

Yeah, yeah
Thank God every morning when I wake
And every night when I go to bed
Okay
Uh
Look

I don't need nothing from you
Got roaches and stems
All over the crib
My head spinning
Bro you know what it is
My legs lifted
Hopping into the Benz
As I look over my shoulder
God in control
My trust in this world at an all time low
That's why I been rolling this dope up
My mama told me say no
But I always wanted to grow up
I pray my confidence never get lower
I pray to God we don't lose no more soldiers
Every day
On God ain't none of y'all want problems
Don't start em
My papa raised me to fight 'em off 'em
My papa raised me to run the office
No problems I don't want 'em
Won't sold soul, no offers
I ain't sold for no profit
Gon' cop it
Gon' pop shit
I ain't really gon' stay to watch it
Stay to stop it
Not involved, won't say I squashed it
Muh' fuckers stay watching pockets
Bitch I might have lost it
I been off my rocker lately
Only God can save me
Jesus take the wheel
Something been drive me crazy
I'm still my mama's baby
Always just what God done made me
Fuck outta here
Ain't invite you to my conversation

Funny how they only watching
When my back be turned
Stabbing on my back
Think that be hurting
Nah, bitch
You ain't acting perfect
I'm exactly why
The facts be worth it
They be faking shit
No plastic surgeon

Watching for snakes
With my eyes on my plate
I wasn't raised on hate
I pray my brothers make it
Even if it's by mistake
Even if they bigger than me
Lifting the heat
If a n**** touch him
Thinking he live
He'll wish that he wasn't
You boys is just bammas
Busters, suckers, fuck you
And I won't take that back
Until the Lord bring back my cousin
The good fly with the doves
And I'm left here beside the buzzards
Reconstructing destruction
I been lost inside the function
Caught a n**** at Lucky's
Ironic because he wasn't
We had him stuttering
Stuck, stumbling, running
Fumbled his bottle
Left him his life and his wallet
And that's mercy
Cause we keep it full throttle
It won't a change of heart
He gotta live with that fear
He's marked
Westside

Funny how they only watching
When my back be turned
Stabbing on my back
Think that be hurting
Nah, bitch
You ain't acting perfect
I'm exactly why
The facts be worth it
They be faking shit
No plastic surgeon

At it for certain
Ain't no actors round my person
I been made that for sure
Since I was back there in my burner
I been sat for a second
Now I'm back to stretching
I get sacrificial for the bag
Nah I'm kidding
Go hit Saks get fitted
I ain't even tripping
Bout no competition
I been sitting back and laughing with 'em
In the back with the bitches
Tossing Monopoly cash at 'em
I don't stop for nobody
'Less they point the flash at him
Gon' attack when I flag at 'em
My bag different
It's way different
I swear it's

Funny how they only watching
When my back be turned
Stabbing on my back
Think that be hurting
Nah, bitch
You ain't acting perfect
I'm exactly why
The facts be worth it
They be faking shit
No plastic surgeon