Lyrics

[Verse] Last man that thought he was nice just about left with his life We let them fly but couple of dem boy got stretched with a knife The plug know I ain't too happy but I could get with the price Them rappers hate me 'cause I saw them out and left with their wives When we smoked them three dickheads, we really left them to die And when they didn't, I was mad at God because he let them survivе When it's beef, I go and step, thesе niggas step to the side Mandem chilling, I bring a hammer round and mess up the vibes I'm comfortable, I cut them off and we ain't spoke till this day I heard he got a sixteen, I hope he's coping okay I cut them off quick, soon as I know somebody's a weasel It don't take too much, I don't care if I known 'em since preschool Got my girl stressed, tired of the jugging and gun play Mum stressed, she prays I get a real job one day Got bro saying, "Just take some time and get with the programme" My son saying he wanna spend more time with his old man Well, I'm saying of course I got the itch to turn back on But I'm paranoid, I don't even wanna talk with this tag on I've been doing loads See, people that I grew up with all dying quick, I'm too involved Probation on my back like a fly on shit Mum real disappointed, yeah probably My shawty not eating right, I know that it's 'cause of me I don't think he snitched only because he checked for me But we can't do no more business respectfully Smoking Cali in a prison cell, it's a trip Felt like I was in LA on a different trip I'm looking for them same ox but it's some different sticks I used to drive the same drop, now I'm just switching whips Feel like a slave to the trap, it's just a different ship I'm just like them but didn't quit, that's what the difference is Paper stacking up, that didn't mean a thing I still missed my son's birthday, had to clean the wing People that I thought I loved, I feel I was distancing It's just my shawty I see visiting I'm rapping with my nigga Trigz, he's saying I ain't missed a thing No shit, my lawyer did his thing My shawty handling business on the out, she knows the sitch I'm in She going hard, fishing for a ring And even if I ain't trapping, God will be my witness My kid will get everything that's on his fucking wish list