(Verse 1: Te$la Chapman)
It pains me to say
Most these rap n***as is fake
I hope that the words that you say
Match up with your life or else it will get taken
No Jin Kazama
Know some hood n***as that'll keep the chopper
Ventilate a n***a, rush him to the doctor
Word hit the block, now the cops at your door
Explaining your death to your mama
You really think she want that drama?
All because you around the hood trying to tote around a llama
These n***as stay up on Twitter
Instigating some beef
You see your mans in the street
But you don't hear not a peep
It ain't that deep, yet you always wanna stay in the mix
But when it's game over, you scramble to pick up the sticks?
Stay off the block
It's bad for your health
Nobody told you it's cool to just be yourself?
You listen to the wrong people
Now you stuck in a vice
They killing n***as over simple shit like shooting dice
It's sad to say that nobody values a life
So every time I leave the crib, I always keep me a knife, Te$la
(Verse 2: SodaMan)
All that i'm waiting on
Is for people to grow the fuck up
You must be mistaken
If you think that you're part of my come up
Show me you're real
Actions speak louder than any ordeal
You will never be seen
Again if you think that you'll pull one on me
You will never be heard
If you tell me a lie and I feel like I'm hurt
You will never be felt
By a woman again if you threaten my health
What hurts me the most
Are the things that you did while I'm not in my home
Brother, please
Prove to me that you are not a disease
If you value your life
Stay in your lane and stay out of my sheets