[Verse 1]
Uh, they smilin' in your face
All the time wanna take your place
Them backstabbers destined for MAC splatters and Satan shakes
Lost in the discipline that patience takes, they'd rather take yours
Repetitive stories of loyal dons attacked by they dawgs, uh
Discomfort, times of circulation
Right hand smack n***as counter clockwise, reverse the hatin'
Intuition mixed in with my mob ties, grimy debating
Up and personal, won't be no drive bys, fly goons that chase 'em
Big money'll flip shit upside down, top form just pacing
Your behavior only brings crowds crying, your doomed vacation
Shit talking never gets old, and you won the races
In a town of keen memory works against negotiations
Facial features on a fresh tee, you test me
I get over it with weed and jet ski, make my respect be..
Motherfucking priority, hiding, ducking you oughta be
Get you clipped for a quarter ki, disrespect's an enormous fee

[Chorus]
When you decide to chill it gets real, hit you right where it hurts
Gotta be on point in the war field, can't put shit in reverse

[Verse 2]
Ever think about the place you gon' end up in when you die?
You coming back, or just peaceful eternal sentence to the sky?
When you pay for all your crosses, black smoke burning your eyes
Mind full of horrible memories, enemies waving hi
They want your people giving off weird energy, major sign
Near appearances snuck right up on you, figured the fame was fine
Being thirsty'll have you leaking, think chilling's a waste of time
You discuss shame in the mirror, predictable face of grime
Figured you'd get a little slack 'cause your spiritual case declined
You fucked up, ready for chemicals, wish you could change your mind
N***as beefing giving away they location and you just followed 'em
They scheming and you helping 'em
Where's your sense of survival been
Garage full of foreigns you'll never drive again
You'll be mourned a couple mornings but they ain't losing no oxygen
Crying children and memorabilia for boxes
When you're gone life just goes on, rest in peaces and so on..
[Chorus]
When you decide to chill it gets real, hit you right where it hurts
Gotta be on point in the war field, can't put shit in reverse