Ayy, mane, I’m tryna save the kids, bruh
If I can
Tell y’all some real shit, mane, some knowledge, mane
Here we go
Fuck around, take it too far (uh-huh), playin’ with them pistols (yup)
Permanent scars (scars), I got some issues (yes, sir)
Humbled by God (mm), I ask for forgiveness (I did)
How many murders have you actually witnessed?
That shit broke up my pride, and damaged my spirit
Shattered my heart (damn), love can’t come near it
Tore me apart (tore me apart), but I can’t conceal it
Dealin’ with so much bullshit, I’m actually numb to the feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
You spent your whole life lookin’ over your shoulder (your shoulder)
You killed your opp (uh-huh), but the beef still ain’t over (no, no, no)
This just a cycle that’s goin’ over and over
They tell us ’bout global warming meanwhile the streets just get colder (it’s cold)
Kill or be killed (uh-huh), no hesitation (yup, yup)
The thing ’bout revenge it ain’t got no expiration (don’t think)
You killed somebody, nephew, or cousin or brother (it happens)
You never imagined one day it might come back on you (it happens)
Five years later, you done forgot all your victim faces
You kickin’ it with your partner, you ain’t know know that they related
You shot his nephew, that’s somethin’ you can’t take back
And today is the day that he plan to get his payback
Fuck around, take it too far (uh-huh), playin’ with them pistols (I’m tellin’ you)
Permanent scars (all facts), I got some issues (I got some issues)
Humbled by God (uh-huh), I ask for forgiveness (forgiveness)
How many murders have you actually witnessed?
That shit broke up my pride (fuck), and damaged my spirit
Shattered my heart (shattered), love can’t come near it (mm-hmm)
Tore me apart (yup), but I can’t conceal it
Dealin’ with so much bullshit, I’m actually numb to the feelin’
Yeah, I did what men told me to do, stay ten toes and be true
Try to live nobly, not just when it’s in vogued to be you
And your clique supposed to be kinfolk, no crew’s supposed to be new
Go Grinch mode, no intros, keep friends only a few
They be done inched over then drew
Bro, who’s homie is you?
These kids turnin’ up dead over that head, call it that flu
That side-eye on that live corner, that side-joint in that booth
Or broadcastin’ that wrong sign or that wrong kinda tattoo
We sensed over that sixth show but we grin soberly
Numbness just rinsed over me, dumb shit try and take hold of me
Some places I ain’t supposed to be, still my nerves overly chill
Now promise I ain’t gon’ act up, but my hitter told me he will
Fuck around, take it too far (uh-huh), playin’ with them pistols (yup)
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