Lyrics
Dey know Litty top 5 boy that's dead or alive...
I only know about that pain you can see that in my eyes...
I really bled for this shit I had to put in my time...
and when I die don't cry, just tell me you finna slide...
I'm from the city where u move or you die... n dem killers ain't come to dance - dey only came to shoot up da vybez...
That opp bitch a prolly fucc you for some Lois Vuitton...n she don't love you, that's just suttin that she do to survive... its real!
Cam Newton throwing bullets I was in da field... but I was fuccing up dem streets ain't watch no NFL...
They had me for dat body I ain't get a bail...
I beat da case n now I'm home so ima give em hell...
da odds was praying that I fail but look at how I prevailed...
An angel, but deze demons tryna gimme deals...
My heart cold shit beat then it gimme chills.
Shoutout big bro Phil he too fuccin real!
He got the plate cut it in half cuz I needed a meal...
counting money so enticing gotta keep the steel...
an God said never judge em, but the reaper will...
I rather die than sell my soul I gotta keep it real... an I cant trust none of deze niggaz so I keep it trill...
why everybody screaming "gang gang" until is time to drill.
Mixing tens with them thirty's - that shit made me kinda ill... all I know is the mud, don't know how a condo feel ...
fucced by the system - I don't know how a condom feel... I just need a prezi I tryin wann know how Obama feel...
If u ain't got drive, then why da fucc is you behind the wheel? 2xs
Sey I got twin ninas on my dicc like we minajing... slugs hit ya bacc through the tissue like we massaging...
one next to the tube socc.. one under the armpit... beam on da scope double titties for the cartridge...
Posted on that corner shit like call of duty war zone... we was out der trappin - we ain't leave until the store closed...
dey was cutting onions, we was bagging more oz...
hand me downs from cousins ashamed that I wore those...
one pair of jeans in my wardrobe - that shit made me more cold... an I ain't gonna stop till we all good. 2xs
Momma you tried ya best n I respect that, but all that pain I endured I can't forget that...
that dark suicidal stage I thought I left that, but why Satan keep on reminding me of that death trap?
Don't tell me to find a counselor try speaking it out... cuz Dey don't never understand wat I be speaking about...
Shit I been fighting on my life I need a easy way out... and is crazy cuz ya brothers will be the reason you down its true!
I got trust issues im fucced up off dat,
still I gotta get up n get it can't be stucc off that...
wat goes around comes around - shit you get touched like dat, but I'm focused, I'm in my bag and I'm tryna buss off rap!
Don't get it twisted, I'm no longer searching for purpose - they said I'm gifted an we was taking L's all our life, and now look we winning,
done came up from da bottom bar of soap 2 wash the dishes - had me hopeless, existing, but nigga I wasn't living!
I wasn't living.
Julian Douglas
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