[Intro]
I'm a man without it
Put the gun down, Craig
Man, that fool's just playin', man
I ain't sweatin' it
That's your problem
Ain't nobody playin' but you
He ain't playin', you think he playin' about his money?
You say he say he had a gun when you seen him, right?
(DTdaKidd)
Well, name one person in the hood that play like that
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[Verse 1: Starlito]
You ever been right in the line of fire?
How the fuck you gon' tell me where to draw the line and why?
I keep it on me all the time 'cause I ain't tryna die
I'm traumatized even when I'm smilin', it's like I'm cryin' inside
When you in the streets and you in thе beef, it ain't but one way out
You take it therе, you can't stand down, shit, it's too late now
N***as'll put the police on you though, ooh, they foul
I got some homies took they time with a Kool-Aid smile
'Cause they knew what they signed up for
You thuggin', this shit cutthroat
A few that I got love for
Since they told, man, we ain't much spoke
I don't respect the game no more, I used to have the utmost
I know it ain't no rules though, won't let you play me too close
You thinkin' this shit sweet, you probably need to check your glucose
And I know not to play, it's like I still got on my school clothes
Damn, he used to shoot ball, now that n***a shoot dope
I hate we had to shoot guns, can't lie, I don't want no new smoke
Uh
[Interlude]
Put the gun down, son
Come on, Craig
You think you're a man with that gun in your hand, don't you?
I'm a man without it

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
I'm on my shit, I don't know what you on
I'm gon' live to fight another day, but you won't
Bro, my hands are tired, I'ma slide like a shoehorn
I gotta make it home, I mean, my wife just had a newborn
Well, it's my other kid, so I wish my brother live
It breaks my fuckin' heart the way they miss they uncle Rick
I ain't make it this far to quit
And finally, the cash I get is all legit
I suffered from all the risks, I admit
If I woke up in your body, I'd slit my wrists
No, I can't be nobody but Chris, it's a perfect fit
Although I get no rest, I sleep on a Tempur-Pedic
No time for a therapist, but I'm stressed and I probably need it
I'm hungry, my pockets greedy
I'm on it, I'm 'bout to feed 'em
I'm starvin', I walked to Target and bought me a pot to pee in
You, you ain't gotta agree with me, we ain't gotta see eye to eye
That's impossible anyway 'cause I sit up far too high
Stoop to your level, I would never
I'm kind of Gregory Hines, I'm a stepper
Steppin' on y'all toes and stretchin' out y'all hoes
I placed my right hand on my heart and I thought it snowed
Woo, ice cold, oh, I should know
Heavy lies the head that wears the crown of solid gold
Said, we headed to the riches, gotta take it nice and slow
All my foes in my rearview, I'm tryna watch the road
Told my bros to watch the load, ready, set, go
When opportunity knock, gotta make sure somebody's home
I vent to the microphone, press record and keep pressin' on
Sometimes a n***a really just wanna be left alone
My record is etched in stone, still, I'm undefeated
'Cause I ran in those streets without retreating
And I'll spit nothing but truths long as I'm breathing
You really gotta see it to believe it
[Outro: Don Trip]
Long live Pif
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)