Lyrics

[Verse] Look, lost so many people swear it fucked my mind up In the streets you never know just when your time up Every night I talk to god but he don't answer Just wanna know why both my aunties died from cancer I watched my mothers fade away and had a tantrum You felt that pain when shit get real and it's your anthem When I was down they all got ghost ain't talking phantom If y'all was here soon I got rich y'all getting a mansion Shit hurt me deep I won't forget everything they done for me Had to get dirt up on my shoes so the streets they under me Gotta get rich before I die just so my son can see I'm just tryna be the man that I want my son to be Been involved in so much shit gotta keep that gun with me Take my life I'm gonna be gone they only make one of me I just can't erase this fuck shit outta my head So every time I open my eyes nigga I see red Say it's war I don't gotta get high, I'mma slide right now I don't need no meds You'll be killed, I ain't got no beef, every one of my opps they coming up dead Got a new switch I put on that Glock, we slide with mopsticks and they got lead Bitch I can't lack, even when I'm sleep I got that chopstick under my bed I'm the one that stood on his ten and came out on top, fuck all that they said Who you know would've gave out smoke to their own block? I ain't never been scared Why you always running your mouth? I seen you outside and nigga you fled I be right there, went in your house they think I won't step since I ain't got dreads Nigga stop playing with me, most of these bitches be fans of me Most of these niggas be paying a fee, fucked up, gotta take xans to sleep Swear I remember the night when L'A died, man I was spraying for weeks I made shit so hot 12 got on my ass, then I start playing it sweet Cock back smoking shit, I don't want no tips, nigga we playing for keeps Nigga I ain't really with that backdoor shit you know I'mma say if it's beef If you wanna live then watch that tough shit that you saying to me Niggas ain't satisfied 'til they mama crying they body lay in the street Wait slow down let me take a breath, Goyard bag with that drake in there TaySix gone blow if you make a step, young niggas shooting like Clay and Steph Folks nem on his ass ain't getting no pass, he better go fake his death Rap shit turning day ones into fans, this shit that I can't accept Niggas must be off the shits or sum'n I know money don't grow on trees but I still gotta get me some You ain't know all these hoes gone go? You better go get you one They gone cross you anyway they don't care about shit you done I was out here tryna slide way 'fore that shit was fun Tryna beef with me you might as well smoke yourself I put Solo on his ass he gone for sure, got nailed I told Feno give him face shots, we don't shoot below the belt They took all my people from me, how you think I'm supposed to feel? Bitches thirsty for a title but I won't let 'em hold the belt Get a word they pop his top you know my soldiers deal All the sneak dissing the reason a nigga get put on a shelf Remember battling all of them rumors was left on my own ain't nobody could help I had to fight that static You wouldn't understand you ain't never seen shit like that happen See a nigga I don't like? I'm shooting on sight no cappin' Tear your block up broad day, late night we right back at it When I'm geeked up off the X you know it might get tragic I'm tryna score, no basket Like applause we clappin', we gone do all that damage Like Chief Keef it's crackin' I'm in the A, I'm popping xannies and addies and perkies I'm blacking I had to tote on the Glock with the stick soon as I hit the switch then it go automatic That's what happen, yeah, that's what happen, shit get tragic