[Verse 1: King-ISO]:
It never occurred to me how sick I am
It's only real, folks, if it's not planned
Like think, what if my strap did not jam?
I fetch 'em, many people that up in my hand
Try to kick these habits, homie, for this hip-hop, man
Feel like Tim Roth and Pac in Gridlock, man
Cats out here are trynna' leave me dead
Just to jack my plug and try to get my fans
So, f** luck, young blood
Like I was hit by chance
Gon' talk, won't buck with a b**h, like "Damn!"
I was homeless, no chips, no [?], like "Man!"
But I kept down b**hes that'll kiss my hand
Took a chick clean record, put this gun charge on it
n***as all on my dick, like they jump off on it
Best friend turnin' enemies, Now watch me make it
Now I'm looking at them like "Is this the f** y'all want?"
Put the other side on, then charge a price
'Yo, gave my law, It's a bargain right
n***a told me don't cross him, but he crossed me twice
How I've seen "Is lucky he ain't lost his life?"
We still bump heads on some awkward nights
It's a small a** world, so we're all disciples
Can't trust no n***a when you large as life
n***a better slow down like [?] light
I'm a gangsta, n***a, What the f** y'all mean?
Came a long way from the psycho days
Whip 'em, soon, they movin', they call me crazy
I'm watching that sh**, like 'yo my life go bay
My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, n***a
I be thinkin' about the psych ward lately, n***a
But I finally got a real chance to make it, n***a
That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my n***a"
That's real
[Twisted Insane]:
And that's real
You know it's gonna be a lot of motherf**ers that try to come in
Snakes in the gra** out there, homie
And they gon' try to stir sh** up
You know what I mean?
But it's you
It all starts with you, homie
What do you wanna do?
Who do you wanna be?
Now why don't you figure out that?
It's all over [?] (Yeah)
And that's real
[Verse 2: King-ISO]:
I ain't half-sh**, n***a, with the flows I lay
One bask in the club, Scuffs on my J's
Poppin' pills and I would smoke all day
Drinkin' liquor, call the hoes my way
I can't believe a n***a don't got strength
Fake love got thrown my way
My idols real like became my homies
Just imagine out a whole wide gang
I'm thinking to myself, "Why I puff my weed?"
I'm high, I get low when I f** my freaks
I wake up in the morning and I brush my teeth
These n***as in the game wanna dress like me
And to think a n***a used to be on cutthroat sh**
I ain't talking about space, I mean [?] sh**
Now I get racks on blades when I compose sh**
Them mothaf**as' can't wait until I upload sh**
Success to my enemies is bitter-sweet
Speaking up, I need to hit this weed
I remember when I was in Atlanta
Spillin' cheap a** wine on Bentley seats
n***as back home, they was mad as f**
It just an image, now it's sad enough
I wasn't celebratin' like "n***a, start"
I was just content without havin' none
Back in traffic, still packin' guns
Once you have a son, you quit actin' dumb
Finna tell the homeless Now havin' funds
Now I'm puttin' on, [?]
My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, n***a
I've been thinkin' about the psych ward lately, n***a
But I got a real chance just to make it, n***a
That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my n***a"
That's real
[Twisted Insane]:
You know, they say music without the Brain is soulless
I remember when I was hopeless
You know, it's funny that I'm on the f**in' [?]
I make what I really pawn, n***a
All my idols, All the mothaf**in' tanks
I listened to when I was a kid coming up
All of them
I've done songs with them
Ain't that sh** crazy, man?
And that's real
Yeah, like the mothaf**a was just handlin' sh**, homie
No serious bullsh**, n***a
It's been a long road
'Ya know?
Now it's your road
Now it's your time
It's on you...