(Cxb, know he go crazy)
Man, this shit crazy
I can't even go to sleep without my baba
At the head of the bed, man (Nah, for real)
Huh, Dro lovin', late nights, gun bustin'
One hundred, straight thuggin', all of it
Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin', no tustle
Street life, married to the hood only
(Spacy got this sauce, hoe)
My co-defendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself
He in the cell with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don't love, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real"
My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that thе gang keep
Flowin', sippin' out the pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that thе pain keep showin' but he never act like hurt
All these bodies on my conscious,
How crazy, catch him walkin' out a party
Hop out, walk him down
Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin, my revolver out
Lasers, I got stretches, I got coffins at my mama house
They praise them all on Dida
I been thuggin' at my grandma house
Bodies, I got plenty, they won't go away
Top Shotta, I got plenty, no way, hosay
Plenty cases I done beat, who your lawyer? I'ma pay them
Undefeated in these streets, I know they plottin' just to take him
Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life
Took a gamble, everytime I'm goin' up, like, woah
Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride
Before I let 'em catch me slippin', I'll do time in the hole
You know what? Timmy,
It's time to figure out the day vouch for what real
They gon' vouch for a dollar bill
But, shit, we ballin', it ain't no, "I" in team
It's an, "E" in, "When," also, it's a, "E" in "Fuck 'em"
Oh, damn, they playin' and they takin' my soul
Off in that water, they got to know I'm wet
Don't play, shoot straight,
I'ma hit 'em with a big .38, know I keep a semi
Got plenty money, known for whackin' niggas, you ain't fuckin' with me
With this chrome jack 'til your
Death, I sleep myself, don't lay me down
Pussy ass boy, we smoked on him, keep real, he weren't even strong
They know that we pop shit, tell 'em, "I make pain songs"
When you weak,
Gon' get they top peeled, tell they mama they ain't goin' home
Spin 'em all, fuck the industry because my money long
Tryna put you straight to sleep, but, type of time you on
Dead body don't need a home
Why? Bitch, 'cause they so gone
For years they plan on zippin' me,
For years they been gettin' rolled on
My co-defendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself
He in the cell with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don't love, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real"
My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that the gang keep
Flowin', sippin' out the pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin' but he never act like hurt