Intro:
Yeah still
Some real shit

Verse 1:
It's funny how some n***as wanna use that word represent
I've been having trouble in my city ever since
Ray was slingin those thangs up in floor seats
Bangin' in the clubs don't give a fuck about my enemies
See that's the life that I created
Police n***as hate us and definitely wanna raid us
We've been putting it down for so long see
Boston wasn't heard until our assault came along
That's not a brag it's just a boast
Cuz jealous n***as ridin render cars beyond the creek that's why we carry tools
Been connected through my schnapps to somе great men
Real wisеguys motherfuckers I consider friends

Verse 2:
The stick is calling my bluff
To have to go and step my fuckin nine until ya smug
Have him thinking about a slug
I gotsta keep my shit in focus
Gotta show Virginia Beach I gotsta rip up
So business on the streets that's got disease buds
When I fly back in, I'm landin right back in
The spot where all the drama it's enough to make you go berserk
They got my drew knot labeled as a game but
? so I can't slang can't hang
Up in Boston my crew goes through more shit than a fuckin' convict
Chewin on that to be the illest
Ceilings too hard through to walk when you livin' in that crime life
And got yo face up in the limelight
Hook:
Show 'em, show- show 'em (3x)
Takin the good with the bad

Chorus:
My mind is on the bordaline of losin' it
I'm kinda confused and I don't know I don't know
My mind is on the bordaline of losin' it
I'm kinda confused and I don't know I don't know

Verse 3:
I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't
Banned if I won't keep it raw in this dark ghetto corridor
Four and more cognac, for the combat
N***as wanna plea bargain but it's beyond that
We know your formats baby cop ho worker
Lock the dogs up so you can be a toe jerker
You still trynna walk that walk and talk that talk
But you dont wanna spark that spark
You wanna bark that bark that never bites
And n***as like us get read Miranda rights
You flippin' case
Turnin' states evidence, ever since
It became your act of benevolence, never tense
When indictments are handed
Super-star snitch that's never reprimanded, hand it
Testimony, now you hopin'
That these n***as won't leave your head wide open
Verse 4:
For me, life's an everyday struggle dealing with enemies
Amongst drugs I gotta juggle
I'm holdin' my strap but can't afford the consequences
I got caught with two guns and the third's a life sentence
A n***a did his time now I'm trynna make a record
But I was raised a dog refusing to be disrespected
A fucked up situation before a n***a wrote his come up
Refusing to be done up but the police is trying make put my gun up
Pullin' me over, friskin' my car
They mad because they work and I don't
So they perpetrate like I broke the law
I been labeled a murder suspect
But they ain't collected enough evidence to pick me up yet
They strongly feel my career
Cuz when a n***a get rich the whole L.O.D. is the fuck up outta here
And migrate like the maffia that returns strictly to put some shells up off in ya

Hook:
Show 'em, show- show 'em (3x)
Takin the good with the bad

Chorus:
My mind is on the bordaline of losin' it
I'm kinda confused and I don't know I don't know
My mind is on the bordaline of losin' it
I'm kinda confused and I don't know I don't know