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Right It's like my soul get calm when the mic cut on My type shit right here Make Sure You Kill Me Paranoia got me wakin' up clutchin' a .40 All this weed just got me high, it do nothin' else for me All those bitches and these texts like they fuckin' adore me And funny vibes in her eyes, ain't fuckin' with shorty Just been convos with me and me, been stuck in my fuckin' head Hide the hurt behind the clout and baddies in my fuckin' bed And flyin' out to Johnny Dang, lil' purchase, nothin' big Pop died, I'm clutchin' lead Smoke 'em in they fuckin' head Stopped past Mommy house, layin' in my mother's bed She know when her baby trippin', hold me, ain't nothin' said Rest in peace who didn't live Free the ones who sit and live Thinkin' 'fore I answer to my child, she been inquisitive Wanna change the view, change the angle You only s'posed to pull it if they make you Know your worth or you're only worth what they pay you Don't let 'em tag you with labels, nobody livin' is stable Just thankful Mama was able for cable, food on the table Thank you, I hate when I give and they don't say thank you Like, what if all I had is what I gave you? SongtexteThem stitches had to start from the naval, was damn near fatal I'm alive 'cause God only call his angels, it's crazy Bitch wanna know why she don't get play from me Fuck what you say to me It's about the shit you keep away from me Hot girl summer ain't no place for me And the pussy good but you don't pray for me Came from a wasteland, prosecutor tryna make the case land State tans got my head spinnin', I don't breakdance Blood in my palms, can't shake hands Lately I been makin' more enemies than I made friends Ex shoulda trip, had a bitch, found herself then she dipped Heard she went to Atlanta to be a nurse but she strip Baby, I know you gotta do your dirt for the chips But it is what it is, it ain't mine it ain't his Watch these niggas, your brother could be a fizz Disloyal how you live, I flush a half bird and hit the crib My ex tried to flex on the 'Gram, told her "stop it" You ran to your ex I see, but I'm toxic? Me and Gray, all black in school, wasn't gothic I didn't do my work but loved the projects Russie with the triple dub, Harden with the side step Gave Cuz forever though, infinity time left New plug, price low, said he down to talk to me Dosed off countin' 80 thousand, it was all twenties Shot him then he dropped, had excitement from the fall, gave me Reason to answer them dark demons when they callin' me Bottle it up, they out of stock but they got 'em for us He still breathin', you ain't shot him enough It's gang code, I need honorary trust I still don't talk to my father enough I still don't talk to Alana enough Profit would be left after the fee Charge a killing but he dropped 'cause it's me A man of my word, I bought three 'cause G respect G Make Gray rob him if want it to be free He took a 25, who the fuck told him plea? New case, wish he never hopped up in the V I know niggas balled up together from the bottom He made a quarter million with the nigga then he lined him Hear helicopter sirens, been tryna move the package Whatever, just make it happen, no job 'cause if is jagged Plus he beefin' with savage who want his cabbage His runnin' made 'ratic Caught his mama sniffin' then he stopped trappin' Regrets and apologies, old kills, spirits still follow me I'm probably never gon' make it where I gotta be Long as Newark proud of me Them bullets still inside of me Them prices on the arm, you really plantin' for the quality We roll around, Cuz hit my phone, need to hold a pound Baby Cuz died 'cause we told him back hold it down Caught a shootin' case, Mama visit with a open frown Hospital bed had her cryin' like, "It's over now?" Gained bread, more bread, dabble in some bitches Call Joe, "I got some aliens, they different." Lookin' at my stomach, nigga, wishin' I don't end up with the fishes Know some devils but my grandmama Christian Ain't no televisions, we is livin' in color Seen a nigga get his soul lift middle of summer Heard it was a confidential, nigga mentioned the gunner What if somebody do my daughter like I did to her mother? Nigga gotta chill Think I changed first time I caught a kill Lost screws nailin' niggas on them drills Sold a lil' weed, a lil' coke, a lil' pills Steal a sack, catch a bullet run it back through the field Ridin' longs we got wheels I touch my bullet hole, get the chills It ain't over nigga, demons on your heels Wasn't like the Cosby's, never had a bill Pull up to D airin', I'm just praying buddy heal Threesomes out in Washington, bitches know the deal It's like I'm really poppin' on my cousin Brad Beal Nigga too cold I'm just tryna long ball like Manute Bol Separate the bag from the fool's gold Hi-Point jam, we don't shoot those Quiet when the truth told Case won, couple technicalities and loopholes Took a trip, I ain't pack a bag, bought some new clothes Pool side, me and [?] eatin' fruit bowls 'Bout to rain, push a button, make the roof close Talkin' 'bout "he drippy," nigga son need school clothes I don't know how these niggas dancin' Mommy still ain't got a mansion If you up, prepare for landin', right? 'Cause even the greatest they gotta make a drop Time can't make it stop Cheese made 'em change, nigga ate the block Me, I'm tryna eat, you want a plate or not? Chasin' somethin' fancy 'round the telly like Jamie Foxx Bloodshot eyes, we don't do no cop ties Chemist in the kitchen, certain mixes make the pot rise Gang block, no you can not sell it if it's not ours Grandma ask, "How you think you made it if it's not God?" Guess I'm wrong 'cause I want 'em all hit I just shut up 'fore I say the wrong shit Part 2 This the life, that's all— I knew it was somethin' missin' Gang! (Gang!) Drug dealers, gang bangers, hood bitches strippin' Bands bustin' out the pants, jeans barely fit him Keep a watch for the Rollie Coppers tryna patrol me Last bitch, she a oldie Lil' homies in stolies Trappin' in Givenchy, trappin' in Givenchy The feds squeezin' on the hood, prayin' they don't pinch me Fuckin' on a bitch from the Bahamas I spent three bands on my piranhas Gotta wonder how she found us Opps sent the bitch, she tryna line us We send her back home in her pajamas Ten bands casually with sweats on Plug said shoes off at the door, wasn't stepped on Balenciaga socks, sneakers matchin' with the teflon Carry least 30 case I gotta get my chef on Gotta put the set on Group of friends from out of town, all eaters too Was shockin' niggas since a kid, word to Pikachu Point to point, but I'll drop if you coppin' a few Your man a rat and you don't know it, be coppin' a few Grandma said somethin' feel funny, she could feel it Probably 'cause I'm hangin' with these killers ('Cause I'm hangin' with these killers) ('Cause I'm hangin' with these killers) ('Cause I'm hangin' with these killers) ('Cause I'm hangin' with these, with these, with these—) Paranoia, I ain't sleepin', demons in my head Cut some suckers out my circle, all my friends dead Beef, we skin the cattle Snake, you hear him rattle The killer only 18, mix some lean with Snapple New bitches, old indictment, same Jewish rep She 21 and she a savage, pull through for neck It be choppers and skullies Niggas lyin', don't love me Her father heard that I'm a goon, her mama wanna fuck me Niggas slidin' with purpose We supplyin' with hearses Don't go to church, I know the preacher be buyin' and purchase Trappin' in designer, trappin' in designer I seen a road dog turn into a anaconda All the faces blue Cold cells, hate it too Cuz bust cars like wells, but a chase'll do Body, that's a TD Pop up like we 3D And I don't like rappers, I don't wanna hear your CD Grandma said somethin' feel funny, she could feel it Probably 'cause I'm hangin' with these killers Aus Songtexte Mania