[Lyric] Guidance Freestyle (OCTOBERSFULLMOON)

[Chorus]
I need me some guidance up in these ends, Lord
I need me some riders the way I resent ya'
I'm keepin' me a strap 'cause I can't trust anyone
They ask, "How man' you fuck with?" I reply with, "Not many," uh (Let's go)
I need me some guidance up in these ends, Lord
I need me some riders the way I resent ya'
I'm keepin' me a strap 'cause I can't trust anyone
They ask, "How man' you fuck with?" I reply with, "Not many," uh (Let's go)

[Verse]
I'm tasting me blood when I grip on the trigger
I sold off my CD's and made me six figures
I sold off the ganja and I made me some racks
I made me some bitches, some bitches with backs
I listened to Lancey and got an idea
"What if I switched up my sound and I got into my gears?"
"What if this music could get me out the ground?"
Well it did, and know my headphones got ultrasound
Bare man talked shit now they out of bounds
If they really wanna chase, then they better come 'round
And I'm tryna be an uncle whilst I got gang ties
Sorry, mate, too bad, I can't come hang 'night
I remember my instincts to jump off the building
I remembered what it did and to my friend, it killed him
I can't trust nobody and I think that you get that
If you don't like equipment, then bitch, better get back