[Intro: Leaf Ward & Sam Smith]
Uh, Leafy, Leafy, Leafy, uh (A million shards of glass)
[?], I guess they forgot three, haha (That haunt me from my past)
Uh, you know what the fuck going, uh (As the stars begin to gather)
Uh, n***a talk to 'em, uh (And the light begins to fade)
Uh, uh, n***a talk to 'em, uh (When all hope begins to shatter)
Uh, uh, (Know that I won't be afraid) (Ayo, [?])

[Verse]
Leafy the only young n***a that really was rapping and clapping the same time
And when the opps slid down with they whistle on blue then I knew it was game time
Nowadays I feel like I can call n***as my brothers 'cause we got the same mind
I held a Glock and I upped at an opp and I [?] around with the same pound
I shed tears on the face of a killer they murdered my n***a I wanna see red
I told Loomy that "we ain't gon' go around looking for justice I want him dead"
I don't be getting the sleep that I'm 'posed
I know that this is the life that I chose
I pray to Allah to bless the opps' souls
I'ma keep spilling their blood on their clothes
I had [?] them killers up
[?] was up
We couldn't eat they was having a feast them n***as ain't offer the fillers up
I-I-I was the one in the trenches, I was the one at the bottom, I had to grind
And I remember when homie was looking for me 'til I called you like "I'm at the Pond"
And you don't know what they took from me
I saw the Devil he look funny
And I ain't listen when they told me to stay out the streets 'cause them n***as made good money
Remember when we use look bummy I let [?] take a [?] from me
I left out of class I remember OG gave me gas, and took all my books from me
I-I-I threw the clip at this n***a I'm sick of this n***a he ain't check out he still breathing
And the opps said "we at war 'cause they rich and we poor," but we know the real reason
We don't show mercy so we wait 'til I empty this thirty, n***a I'm still squeezing
We give him Hell, I know he ain't gon' make it in Heaven we make him a real demon
My life busy my hands full, still'll pull killers out on the dance floor
If I [?] a rat that would be going against all the shit that I stand for
Life ain't a game what you playing for?
I went and took what I was praying for
It ain't no reason for me missing out on [?], I need to start praying more
I fell asleep in the trap no heat so I sleep in my jacket, holding my ratchet
I wear my all black Dickies and I got my all black glizzy on so I can match it
And my lil' bro got a daughter he can't even touch her his prison has visits through glasses
They tried to charge him for murder the fuck they gon' prove? The n***as that did it had masks
I had to grind for real, ran off on the line for real, now they don't trust me
I put that WD-40 all over the forty 'cause my lil' shooter got rusty
Brodie be catching them bodies like it's raining opps, lil' n***a getting husky
I had to sleep in the Dickies I was feeling sticky that coke got me smelling musty
N***as ain't give me a quarter not even a bottle of water when we was thirsty
Brodie said that he started killing the day that he touched the Glock, I think that it cursed me
I had to run from the cops 'cause I had my Glock, I knew that he was gon' search me
I done wrote songs for bitches but I never apologized to the woman that birthed me
I was addicted to painkillers, shoot it for real I ain't paying killers
When we slide, we look for the main killers
All these rap n***as self-proclaimed killers
And them n***as forgot about me then them n***as forgot me again, them n***as forgetful
Sometimes I look in the sky, then I get to talking to Jock, wish I was with you
I tried to give my young n***a the game but he looked in my eyes said he'd rather a pistol
N***as try to give advice I'ma take off my sneakers and tell them "tell me if they fit you"
You might not feel it when they tell you that your lil' n***a got dropped, but it's gon' hit you
My shooter work like a Uber I give him the drop get ready he coming to get you
One of my young n***as' sleep in the fire, they killed my dog but he killed n***as prior
I never [?] the work, I'm the one that will put on my mask and rob the supplier
I raise my hand and I tell them that "[?]," they know I'm a liar
I use to drink me a coffee I use to smoke on a black so I could get higher
I really slept on old floor, I don't wanna go back to that no more
Homie said "is you crazy, baby?" I told you don't ever be stressing 'bout no whore
And I pray to Allah like "oh Lord" how the fuck [?] I'm so [?]
And I know how it feel to be broke no I know the feeling to get rich and go poor