Fuck it
Let's go
I wake up at two
Roll a blunt
And get high
Roll out of bed
Take a shower at five
Open my phone
See em' hitting my line
Damn
He must wanna die
Call up my brodie
We'll be there at nine
Not where you said
Yo' whole life is a lie
Saw 'em in traffic
I roll down the window
My bro grab the pole
He start opening fire
We in the 'ville
Where the shooters gorillas
And bitches vanilla
It feel like Iraq
Shawty a foreign
The ass hella phat
But the bitch wanna bag
Told her but it your self
Ian the type too
Blow racks on Chanel
You type of girls
Need to better your self
Fell into problems
But fuck it oh well
Still getting gualla
Putting food on the shelf
Shoutout my brothers
We always prevail
Struggling mentally
My life was hell
I'm doing better
My family as well
This shit overlapping
My pistol be clapping
I hope it don't happen
But ready for havoc
I let a bitch have it
The strap ima grab it
And shit getting tragic
I wake up at two
Roll a blunt
And get high
Roll out of bed
Take a shower at five
Open my phone
See em' hitting my line
Damn
He must wanna die
Call up my brodie
We'll be there at nine
Not where you said
Yo' whole life is a lie
Saw 'em in traffic
I roll down the window
My bro grab the pole
He start opening fire
Hippity hoppity
I got a nine
That bitch in poverty
Not in my mind
Sights to be seen
So we come out at night
Spent hella' money
On straps we don't figh
Working on feelings
But became a demon
Alien beams on my gun
I be beaming
Fuck On a bitch
After that she be leaving
Fuck on a bitch after that she be leaving
Heard you about it
Like take off the cap
Take off the vocals
And stop with the rap
Go to the trap
And start selling some packs
I'm not a menace
I only speak facts
Sell what you reap
Never sell what you sow
Plug for the low
Coke alike snow
Find where he living
We slid on his home
Find yo dead homie
Then dig up the bones