I ain’t even gonna lie
Think the reason I fuck with John Wick so much cause…
Cause he was really chillin, you know he was really minding his business (just like me)
Till niggas came fucking with him and killed his dog and stole his car
So it’s like at the end of the day, he really had a reason for… for fucking all them niggas over
Tell me how you wanna change it
I got a mind full of evil thoughts, so how the fuck a nigga gonna tame me?
You can’t even blame him why his heart full of anger
Can’t send the addy to no stranger, that shit put us up in danger
Life of a gangster, try to tell my momma she don’t get it
And that’s the same shit I try to tell my sister, they don’t hear it
Like I done seen death so many times to the point that I don’t fear it
But it’s like now I got a kid and that’s the reason for me to live
As long as the pressure gon build, smoke gon’ clear, I’ll be right here
Just going through every pain that I feel, tryna hold back tears
‘Cause my son right here and I got a wife here
Gotta let ’em know to toughen up, we built for this shit
Somebody better tell that hoe, that “bitches get killed for that shit”
Like eenie, meenie, miney mo who dropped the lo? That’s who I get to
I don’t take these pills because I’m suicidal, bitches make me sick
Bitch get off my dick
Shit got hard, you praying to God that he fix it
Even looking at the stars got you wishing
Realizing it was probably better in the trenches
Where there’s a young nigga down to do whatever for your position
Without the weed I be trippin, sipping the lean, a addition
My habits are expensive, my license are suspended
I can’t take another ticket, ain’t gotta live this way I’m trippin’
Stack it, was 5K I spent it, but I ain’t taking care of my business
Been screaming free of all my niggas, but they got kids I ain’t visit
Been stressin RIP to Desi and ain’t see his in a minute
A couple days ain’t talk to Chevy, I done ran out of minutes
But nan one of my brothers can’t say I ain’t send ’em candy
I got water thicker than my own blood and that shit fucking with me
P.O. keep fucking with Q3 and that’s who druggin with me
They know don’t touch light at the door ’cause that’s who clubbin’ with me
I’m really alone on the road, I don’t need you thuggin’ with me
Can’t let this internet shit get me, I’m already knowing it’s undefeated
I’m usually good when it come to war but on IG I can’t beat it
I can’t type, like “why tweet?” and when I do I delete it
Then find a way to get this message through so you can read it
Get them niggas bluefaces
They hit a nigga block, they gon bleed it, slide
If they don’t catch something, they ain’t leaving
My favorite cousin lost her mother, we doing a different type of grieving
Spinz say if he make it through this storm again then it’s a reason
But as long as the pressure gon’ build, the smoke gon’ clear, I’ll be right here
Just going through every pain that I feel, tryna hold back tears
‘Cause my son right here and I got a wife here
Tell ’em everything gonna be alright (alright)
Tell ’em everything gon be alright
Told ’em everything gone be A-OK
Like Malcolm by the window I got my AK
If there’s smoke up in the city, I get that up out the way
Like who really fucking with me? I ain’t even gotta pay
Young niggas don’t talk to me, yeah they lying that’s what they say
Think it’s safe crossing me, end lying in the grave (end up dying)
