Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Call them twins, just told me I was in a different bag, man
My mind, my vision clear, on foenem
2020 was my richest year, no bap
I can’t stay out in my hood, ’cause my life at risk
We put niggas up for good, I don’t like to diss
I been gangsta since forever, I’ma die like this
I got tired of toting berettas and that’s why I’m rich
Let my soul bleed
Guess they love me ’cause I’m fightin’ demons
I seen bodies dropping every season
I watched people that I love leave me
Known killers that’ll murder niggas for no reason, please believe me
Tryin’ take it all easy but this shit ain’t easy
I be tryin’ to help ’em eat but all these niggas greazy
I ain’t with no fucking treaties, we ain’t Wop and Jeezy
I’m between making peace and watching oppas bleeding
Long live B Weezy, long live Breezy
Toting pistols like I’m Peewee, I saw Kobe wheezing
Say Lil Roc was breathing heavily, shit stressing me
We was sliding all weekend, catching niggas sleeping
Pulled on buddy, he ain’t check out but I bet he decent
Nigga blessed I guess, we tried to glue him to the cement
Now I’m rocking all this ice, the trenches caught amnesia
That’s a quick history lesson for whoever need it, uh
I be hopping out the whip, I’m still the same nigga
But my guns more expensive and my chains bigger
Trying to find the quickest way for me to make eight figures
Figured I don’t gotta save it if it came quicker
Niggas bitches, mention my name, they get flamed with it
Niggas friendly with this fame, nigga, I ain’t with it
Post-traumatic so that shit still in my brain
Trench baby, so the trenches know my name
Never been a lame (ay)
Label me a stain, we gon’ dome check ya gang (bop)
Ay, .40’s jammed up on us, left them bitches in the rain (damn)
Stackin’ hundreds, but like pennies, I won’t never change
Won everywhere I played like LeBron James
I’m too accustomed to pain, I switched up my lane to fuck with this fame
I know I talk like a pimp so I bought me some bracelets, I fucked with some rings
I got some aim and I’m full of anger, know why I’ll fuck up a range
Been a lil’ minute but still ain’t a stranger, pick up that .40 and bang
Trenches with killers had sense and we still went insane, I bet they remember my name
Beat prison systems, my youngin’ ain’t see me in chains, I put my lil’ nigga in chains
Got through adversity, teach him ’bout racism, that ain’t my lil’ nigga name
Know every day I wake that it’s a new level, that’s how I get through the game
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