Positive Vibe

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rittz] I come from the slum where punks get jumped When they run they mouth, fuck a one-on-one And the gun you brought, pull it out, I dare you I ain't scared to die, matter fact, I'm prepared to Last year flew by, thank God I was thinking I ain't meant to make it out alive But I did, it was time to devise Of a plan to return, where do I decide? Now I act more vicious, rack some more business Anyone'll get smacked down, fuck friendships You can have a Men's Fitness subscription And hit thе gym daily and think you're invincible When a pistol pulls, sing a diffеrent tune Than you just did, shoulda never said shit All the buff guy, tough guy shit just died Now the paramedics gotta do a deadlift Shit is in the air, I swear, this young ho That I know in my sub-division pregnant She try to play out when I said she gained I think about her pussy and the punishment it's taken Heard she moved out of state and she married a vet He beat her up, pulled the hair on her head I was smoking with the homie and I asked him What he thought about it, he said, "It depend what she did" If you want a gun, hope it isn't hid in the shed 'Cause if there's any grief for the dead they been long gone And Gwinnett is like a warzone All the fly shit you're puttin' on got 'em followin' your car home Not the task force, but the jack boys They done been to prison once and they ain't afraid to go back Better lay it down, show 'em where the dope at You don't wanna end up gettin' toe-tagged [Chorus: Rittz] When I'm walking outside There's not a positive vibe in the air right now Had a lot of friends die And the positive vibe that I had, I don't [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna bullshit Tripping at your mama house, she telling me to cool it You shoulda, woulda, coulda Now you're standing with my foot up in your tulip I'ma pull up, man, but you won't ever do shit You gon' have to eat the .45 for dinner Ain't no money in pocket, no ride, no spinners Sit up in the house so much alone and what I'm havin' Fucking put 'em in the woods and they survive all winter Man, they gotta clear the room right now You gon' make me get up, sonic boom like Guile Ain't no tough guy, I could double-back And have you running like it's track You better back up 'fore I shoot like "blaow" My name is in your mouth like you know it all Better stay up at the mall 'fore you blow it all I put it on my mama, when I catch 'em, I'ma shoot 'em Until you're dead and do your head like it's a bowling ball I've had it with the Mr. Nice Guy shit Why, it's funny, man, I never knew you ride dick Everybody told me it was something like a sidekick Tight fit, dick up in your booty for a nice whip They tell me ain't no way that I can win And now I'm thinking, "Where the fuck do I begin?" I wish somebody would and I be waiting for you to talking While you walk up out the door and I pull up on a Schwinn, motherfucker Go against me, I will never lose, move Better watch it, you ain't gotta deuce, loose Pent up and you're talking like you're Bruce-Bruce Man, I get away like I'm a loose noose I was ready for the head up Ain't nobody even talkin' 'bout no rap shit I ain't tripping, they can go ahead and U-turn I be standing, waiting with the shit that make 'em backflip [Chorus: Rittz] When I'm walking outside There's not a positive vibe in the air right now Had a lot of friends die And the positive vibe that I had, I don't