PART I

[Chorus]
Momma flipped them packs to keep me straight
(Keep me straight, uh)
She was movin’ traffic, pushin’ weight
(Pushin’ weight, uh)
My daddy kept that action just in case
(Just in case, uh)
My blood type “T” for tragic you can see it in my face

[Post-Chorus]
In my face, in my face (Just in case, uh)
See it in my face, (Just in case) you can see it in my face (Just in case)
See it in my veins, (Keep me straight, uh) you can see it every trace (Just in case, uh)
See it in my face, (Just in case) in my face (Just in case)
See it in my— (Keep me straight, uh)

[Verse 1]
My homie hung himself when I was in the fourth grade
And ever since then I ain’t ever been the same (Keep my straight, uh)
Kept extensions, demons lurkin’ ‘round the way
They just out to play
They ain’t got no friends
Keep ‘em far away
Sky walkin’ on you bitch n***as with the blicky out
N***as always talkin’ but won’t clip a n***a in his mouth
You walk it like you talk it?
Mis amigos finna’ hit yo house
He acting outta pocket
Hit his neck and now he checkin’ out
[Bridge]
We was up on Stella
Highland park was ‘round the way
I went out to play everyday, any day (Keep me straight, huh)
So any of them days could’ve been my last day
Any of the days could’ve been my last day

[Chorus]
Momma flipped them packs to keep me straight
(Keep me straight, uh)
She was movin’ traffic, pushin’ weight
(Pushin’ weight, uh)
My daddy kept that action just in case
(Just in case, uh)
My blood type “T” for tragic you can see it in my face

[Post-Chorus]
In my face, in my face
See it in my face, you can see it in my face
See it in my veins, you can see it every trace
See it in my face, in my face
See it in my—

PART II

[Break]
See it in my
See it in my
See it in my
[Verse 2]
Momma flipped them packs to keep me straight
She was sellin’ out the place
Kept the money in the safe
N***as never seen her face
You can see it all in mine
You can see it every trace
(You can see it, the whole 9
You can see it on my—)
My momma and my daddy ‘bout that action
So my blood type “T” for tragic
I done seen ecstatic shit so I ain’t worried bout the static
N***as shocked when they pop shots
And I ain’t drop ‘cause I ain’t panic
On the block they carry Glocks
Not pocket rocks, so ain’t no jammin’
You get shot then that’s a loss (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
And only sorrows for yo’ family
I ain’t sorry
(Beg your pardon?)
I ain’t sorry, he ain’t family
Know I had to go and park ‘em
I ain’t talkin’ bout no Camry
Watchin’ “106 and park”
And heard ‘em barkin’ out the back
So I went grabbed the gat
And put the spark up to his back
Asked him, "Is you bout to act?"
I knew that boy was gone cap
All that lyin’ got em capped
Now we smokin’ on that pack
You 1-3, you get whacked
That’s on my momma and
My momma and daddy ‘bout that action
So my blood type “T” for tragic
I done seen ecstatic shit
So I ain’t worried bout the static
As a kid was bad as shit
Wasn’t worried ‘bout no patek
All I wanted was a stick
I was always bout the static
[Outro]
Woo, I was always bout the
Yea, wait, bitch
I was always ‘bout the
Yea, I was always ‘bout that
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I was always ‘bout that