[Intro]
For real though
Long live all my bloodies, free all my bloodies
(Stop it, Tilla)

[Verse 1]
I see you judge me when I'm bad
Tell me when I be right
And when I blink I'm seein' blood
Lord, could you clear my sight
Oh, don't you walk without that pole
Leave you fighting for your life
Ma' say, "You'll never find your home"
I was out, day to night

[Chorus]
And if they ever drop a bag, promise we double price
They say, "You never 'round no more", gang, do you see my life?
They say, "You always stuck to code, like fiends they stuck to pipe"
Why I can't call all these n***as bros 'cause, yeah, thеy live for hype
Oh, I'm tryna smoke an opp again, gеt high, man, pass the light
Why them n***as never ride for him? But post him, that ain't nice
I was out there fuckin' with a bag, fuck it up, pay the price
I know he ain't going to the moon 'cause buddy scared of heights

[Verse 2]
Help out a boy, get busy for a n***a, yeah, that's what I like
I told my brother come back with a hat, we leavin' all devices
Certified, we real deal takers
I ain't lackin', we got chips like we Lakers
We ever hit the store, I spend the savings
We ever hit the boy, he ain't gon' make it
Told you not to leave this ride
Boy efficient, he seen some shots and he start shakin'
I can't fuck with you, with all these racks, get hard to trust n***as
Through all this pain, still havin' fun with it
Act a fool, I be on dumb business
They ain't warn you, get caught out of the bounds
Put you to sleep
Slept in the apartments with them bricks and P's
Dope boy fo' sho' could get you what you need
Why these bitches only like killers? That shit don't come with peace
I still came with piece, and she still came for me
This is Gallery on the pants, seventeen-hundred for these
Lil' bloody ain't Jamaican but he shottas
[Chorus]
And if they ever drop a bag, promise we double price
They say, "You never 'round no more", gang, do you see my life?
They say, "You always stuck to code, like fiends they stuck to pipe"
Why I can't call all these n***as bros 'cause, yeah, they live for hype
Oh, I'm tryna smoke an opp again, get high, man, pass the light
Why them n***as never ride for him? But post him, that ain't nice
I was out there fuckin' with a bag, fuck it up, pay the price
I know he ain't going to the moon 'cause buddy scared of heights

[Verse 3]
Let's break all of the rules, don't snitch, the only rule
It's like these n***as pay to lose 'cause shit they always make the news
And I had foreigns on that block, I had a thirty shot
I make bands on plastic cases, bronem slaughter thots
How the opps slide through, and droppin' sticks? That shit whack
When I was shootin' so hot, I had me fifty in my bag
You know I ain't gon' tell you shit, so why the fuck you even ask?
Got me drinkin' all this mud like I'm tryna pass (Mud)
Whole 'lotta fuckin' shots, thought it's a mess (For real)
Can't see the future, bitch, we had no mask (For real)
Grab the X, I'm tryna geek with my partners, huh, yeah
The ticket like I hit the lotto, I be out of there
Whole 'lotta fake n***as up in my ear
God don't take my blessings from me, hope it be a better year
Always woke up to some bad news, I ain't a morning guy
I swear I done seen the devil, Lucifer Morningstar