[Verse 1: JoeMari]
Ah
The way I am, I ain't the same from what I used to be
They got mad, I told him no, realize they using me
Talk to myself, I feel I'm craziest where they hear me speak
Try holding back my anger, that's what made my mama scared of me
Now we ain't promised tomorrow, that's why I keep my Glock
Before I walk through any mall, always keep it cocked
Ready to pop, like I'm kettle, just don't get me hot
Tote heavy metal, I'm a rockstar, drum sticks'll hit y'all top
2 3 on me like I'm Lebron, bitch I been on the block
They saying they gon' kill me but all they do is talk
Bitch we buying foreigns back to back, push to start, white and blood
Letting off 'bout 30 like Dell Curry with this fucking mag
Fuck with my lil sister, lose your life, it ain't no fine in that
Take one of ours, we take yours, back and forth, tit for tat
Smart n***a, I'm a nerd go dumb with my hands on this Tec
My brother give me fifty, you can bet I bring a hunnid back
I know [?] 'cause I got pull just like a chin-up
And I don't fuck with squares, I got a circle full of winners
N***as better have them tints 'fore bullets fly right through the window
If we catch him without his family, turn his bitch into a widow, uh
I laugh now, cry later what I remind myself
Can't give a fuck 'bout anybody, I'm gon' remain myself
Cuz say he tryna do a skit after he popped a pill
He said "I don't care 'bout going to heaven, boy I'm high as hell"
Always kept a nest up on my head like turban on Bin Laden
Eight block monsters, they play too much, them n***as keep on sliding
Bitch tryna seek out for the opps, them n***as keep on hiding
Lil shorty always tryna get top and really I don't mind it
It's getting hard to show my heart, it's kinda hard to find it
Been doing wrong for so long, I don't know what right it
Been finger fucking guns so much, we starting to get arthritis
And these beats showing my pain too much, why I be tryna hide it
[Verse 2: MBNel]
Chh, aye, chh
Let me talk to 'em real quick
Aye
Look what I got now, Joe you 'member days inside my mom's house?
When we was writing songs in the garage, I had them Glocks out
It's crazy, now I'm doing everything we used to talk 'bout
I got sticks, drums, guitars like everyday, I'm finna rock out
Touched my first a hunnid, then I blew it like it was hot soup
But what did folks expect when touching checks and no one taught you
Me and bro don't talk a lot but brother know I always got you
If I ever catch a opp in the passenger, then I got to
'Cause I got to, fucked up but it get greezy, huh
Who woulda thought that it get harder 'fore it get easy, huh
Fully automatic, see a sucker, lil Swiss cheese it up
I never knew my worth 'til these labels had sumn they seen in us
Damn, me and my demons having a slow dance
Had this pistol make a blizzard, turn a opp into a snowman
Told my brothers just be patient, if I could, then we all can
And everybody bleed, I could never fear no man