(Yo, Ayo)
I was in a rage when my feelings died, but it keep my heart sore
Say I’m still okay when I’m feeling bad, you can see I’m not sure
Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that’s what he gon’ rob for
No more hard days, they didn’t last, had to speak to God more
Always choose gang, I ain’t switching sides, knee deep in our war
This shit’ll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer
Clappin’ shit for days, when we spinnin’ back
We need a encore
Chillin’ with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (Lawn mowers)
I hit the streets, no time for college
I was knees-deep in the ‘Raq with goblins
They cutthroat, ain’t tired of robbin’
A Perc’ to cope, I’m high, I’m noddin’
That feeling when B died was thе oddest
Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that’s our shit
Gang with mе in Cali, mobbin’
Steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen, uh
My opps gotta be gay, way they on my dick, but they won’t come out the closet
Speedin’ on the E-way, clutchin’ on my blick, death coming, I’m tryna dodge it
I knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don’t come out his pockets
They tryna play me close ’cause they want somethin’ from me, everybody so out of options
Fell in love with these pills I’m chewin’ up
Every time I come down, I’m bootin’ up
Long and thick shit sittin’ on the tour bus
Me and my twin in this bitch like it’s two of us
Fuck I look like scared of you? Doing what?
Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked
Like Stephen, my shooters clutch
I ain’t get the impression that you was tough, uh
We ain’t recruitin’, bro, you won’t fit
Don’t want no new niggas in my clique
I’ma stick to the niggas I grew up with
You ain’t go to them funerals, you weren’t sick
I’ll keep puttin’ that shit on the Rick
We on the dynamic-duo list
I tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I’ma shoot my stick
I was in a rage when my feelings died, but it keep my heart sore
Say I’m still okay when I’m feeling bad, you can see I’m not sure
Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that’s what he gon’ rob for
No more hard days, they didn’t last, had to speak to God more
Always choose gang, I ain’t switching sides, knee-deep in our war
This shit’ll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer
Clappin’ shit for days, when we spinnin’ back? We need a encore
Chillin’ with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (Lawn mowers)
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