Way 2 Gone

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, alright, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

In my mode, right back in my mode
In my mode, right back in my mode
In my mode (yeah, yeah)
I'm way too locked in, oh (ayy, look)

Pass the ball, young nigga, pass the rock
Your nigga might be wide open 'fore you stroke and shoot your shot, oh
I kept a mental note of that sucker shit, no, I ain't forgot
I know the Devil ain't got no hold and God know Hell ain't always hot
Mama put that holy water on me as a tot, yeah (as a tot)
I rolled with killers and never got shot, I hit a few licks and never got caught
It took a toll on me, it was a lot, yeah (it was a lot)
'Cause why was I the lucky one? (Why was I, I the lucky one?)
Ayy, huh
If you got breath in your body, nigga, then what the fuck is you trippin' on? Huh
God don't make a mistake, it's hard to believe that when your nigga gone
Channel Devin, know he livin' on, gotta keep it positive, keep it heavenly
God tell me don't question anything, give me the mind to question everything
What is the meaning of it? (What is the meaning of it?)
Help me determine what's real or not
They don't give a nigga two chances
Maximize every skill you got, yeah (every skill you got)
Too many hands while you're whippin' up, you gon' spill the pot
I'm Based God with the wristwork, straight to the top (oh)

In my mode, right back in my mode
In my mode, right back in my mode (right back, baby)
In my mode (in my mode), right back in my mode (back in my mode)
In my mode, right back in my mode (yeah, ayy, huh, right back, baby)

I'm way too locked in, poppin'
I'm finna take a bad bitch shoppin' (take a bad bitch)
She said the dick so good, hold her hostage
I came for the long neck like ostrich
Could tell you ain't a real nigga by your posture (no, no, you ain't)
I got niggas who blast the chopper (blast the chopper)
I got niggas who just want peace (just want peace)
They wanna shine like VV's (yeah)
Can't trust nobody out here, they be makin' up shit like green screens, huh
I'm built Ford tough, you a hatchback, huh, I'm all money in like Cash App, huh
I got more ism than grandpap, huh, vacuum seal and saran wrap, huh
I don't even ask for it, she hand that, huh
You be on a bitch back like a tramp stamp, huh
You gotta let the bitch breathe, oh, babe, yeah (let the bitch breathe, oh)
I got too much ism, too much
I don't be on that horny shit, let's just do lunch
Bitch, I'm back in my bag, I'm queued up
Outside servin' niggas like a food truck (like a food truck)
They call me Mr. Do Too Much
I'm finna do too much, let's do too much, baby (yeah)

I'm way too gone, I'm way too locked in, huh (way too locked in)
I'm way too focused, huh (way too focused)
I'm way too gone, I'm way too locked in, oh yeah (way too locked in, baby)
I'm in my mode, right back in my mode (right back in my)
Right back in my mode, I'm right back in my mode
Right back in my mode (right back in my mode)
I'm way too locked in, oh (yeah)