[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, look

[Verse 1]
I got a candlelight for you n***as (Uh-huh)
I ain't gotta plan to fight with you n***as
I'ma just pull up where you hang out
Then strip the life from you n***as (Uh)
Get you smellin' like paint thinner
The meth lab goin' brazy (Uh-huh)
But, the chef big Crippin' in the kitchen
Trippin' made a livin' off his grandmama dishes, uh
You hit the store for the Sudafed (Yeah)
Don't know [?] 'nem, bro, you the feds (Yeah)
Click-click, not a phone clickin'
And every twenty-four hours, the phone messin' up, look (Uh-huh)
We don't got long distance, still call up and shoot you from long distance
Clothes rippin', bones chillin'
Folk grip 'em, don't miss him
Ain't no time for the doublе-back
I ain't got a mask on, you ain't got gloves on
Bro, let's get thе fuck on, and let's get the fuck home
Everybody stripes us in question (Uh-huh)
'Cause we ain't no killers, just caught in our feelings
'Cause we lost our homie, now we wanna get 'em
His mama was cryin', his baby an infant, but don't even trip-
[Chorus]
'Cause I got a candlelight for you n***as
I ain't gotta plan to ride on you n***as
My n***as prayin' to slide, so if you plannin' to die;
It's just a day in the life for my killers
And I got a candlelight for you n***as
It's just a day in the life for my killers
So you don't wanna play with the life of my n***as
Unless you want a candlelight for your n***as, huh

[Verse 2]
Street corner gettin' roped off
Still tryna get a little dope off (Uh-huh)
Basehead, think he finna get a deal
N***a, better knock that little hope off (Shit)
I ain't been the same since they killed Jay
Why they had to knock my little loc off?
Told my little n***a not to gangbang
But a stray bullet knocked my bro off
N***as know I can't fuck off, he was a big blood in these streets
Bro, there ain't no love in these streets (Uh-uh)
Got like four slugs in my heat
Got like two drugs in my veins
You ain't seen two years of my pain (Uh-uh)
You ain't seen two tears on my face
N***a, I'm top tier with this K
I'm talkin' street corners, families huddled up
With your mom cryin', [?]
I'm talkin' street tape and helicopters comin'
And the Channel 7 News interviewin'
I'm talkin' genocide and generational curses
I'm talkin' doors open, when we catch you
'Cause, n***a, no windows ain't workin'
Whenever I catch you-
[Chorus]
I got a candlelight for you n***as
I ain't gotta plan to ride on you n***as
My n***as prayin' to slide, so if you plannin' to die;
It's just a day in the life for my killers (Uh-uh)
And I got a candlelight for you n***as (Uh-huh)
It's just a day in the life for my killers
So you don't wanna play with the life of my n***as
Unless you want a candlelight for your n***as, huh

[Outro]
On God
I stomped that n***a out in the mall, though
What you mean, n***a?
Tcch, bitch [?]
The deal, little n***as? (What's the deal, big homie?)
You n***as ready to go ride on these n***as?
[?]
We finna lay all these n***as down, on the dead homies (On the dead homies)
We finna-, we finna beat on n***as lik-, look
We finna beat on n***as like, look-, look-, look
You gon' die, and this the reason why (This n***a, man)
You killed the bro, so now you gotta die
Lately, daily, I think about layin' you down (Uh)
Ayy, hold on, look-, look-, look (Hahahaha)
Bodies all on the ground
I put that on my hood (On the hood)
On the dead homies, though
N***a, we really finna slide on them n***as
Ayy, wait, wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Turn the music down, turn the music down
Yeah, hold on, is that them n***as right there?