Tear Gas (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

Lyrics for Tear Gas (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

He's one of us now Yeah I'm a legend (Griselda, Griselda) Look I'm just tryna keep my head above the water (hah) My feet on solid ground, post-traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound Heard a n- say he gon' do something to me, how that sound? Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon' come and knock him down Probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend I can see the s- now, everybody postin' they pictures With a caption to make people think you really was my Told my mama, don't let them f- n- in my funeral Bury me in my jewels so n- know my life was beautiful (hah) Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (uh-huh) They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided (talk to 'em) Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh) Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers (not at all) Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster (vroom) Yeah, run the bag up then retire after (ha-ha-ha) From kilograms to an astute businessman Gave my n- life, I know it hit him on that prison van (pff) You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again And it's a Russell Wilson type n- raisin' your lil' man Real I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute (nah) B. M. don't answer for me, so f- her, I'm in my feelings (f- her) I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a f- 'bout no image And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished My lil' brother just came home from doin' time (shots) Put a bankroll in his pocket, 'cause I love to see him fly (uh-huh) V. S. on his neck even if I gotta give him mine And my bro don't owe me s- 'cause I just wanna see him shine (real s-) There for me when I got shot Them n- wasn't there for me, uh (they wasn't there) They wasn't there for me (uh) When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (where you was at then?) I feel like they scared of me (yeah, they scared) And I just got a bag and another bag (bag) I just got a bag and another bag (big bag) Now I'm in my bag and I bet they probably scared of me Yeah, yeah And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah Now I'm in my bag and I bet them Petrified, too terrified to testify, you get terrorized, that's death defying Dissect the guy, body p- can't be specified Set on fire by his dental work, he get identified His b- gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised I'm 'bout to binge watch, f- her on Zoom and let her friends watch That's that free d- no cap, no syringe top, killin' p- the d- need tear drops Tell the opps, "Send a pin drop, I'll be there in ten tops" Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods I'd like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget Slime It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is Bad breaks on my temper, don't add weight to my temple Them b- they follow me like a drag race, start your engine Say you're in your bag, n- your bag's a smaller fittin' N- scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken water? M-M-M M-M-Maybach Music I'm on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp 200 acres, let me show you what my words worth My women vintage, incentives come with the service Regurgitate all the b- who really worthless My b- position come with the pensions and purses I'm talkin' Benzes, Balmain and all of the Birkins Young n- beefin', we bust 'em down in their verses Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface You n- slaughtered, your daughters attendin' sermons I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots, I'm the colonel My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil I keep the drugs and the guns just for the paranoia M-M-M