I’m almost dead but s**t, I’m really close to givin’ up
No need to tell them how I feel ’cause they don’t give a f**k
In this industry, to get some mills, you gotta kill your brother
But I’m way too solid for real to sacrifice my own
Had a talk with .., she like, “Quan, I thought you kicked the cup?”
Lately, different s**t been on my mind, I had to pick it up
No safety on that glizzy with the d**k, run down like, “Give it up”
Like maybe if I drown inside a ditch, that’ll make them happier
Say there lil’ woadie, I would stay up on your grind
Make sure you on your Ps and Qs at all times
Before you move, make sure you strapped with that iron
If you gon’ shoot, gotta be prepared to do time
Say there lil’ woadie, I would stay up on your grind
Make sure you on your Ps and Qs at all times
Before you move, make sure you strapped with that iron
If you gon’ shoot, gotta be prepared to do time (Okay, yeah)
I’m like two million tears in but still don’t never show it
Made the label a few M’s, but still down at my lowest
My grandma told me, “Don’t you trip ’cause that’s how Jesus wrote it”
So much temptation in my life, I damn near feel like Otis
Life by the gun, die by the knife, Glock on my hip, no holster
Up by the sun, down by the night, I swear the street life bogus
Member of that gang, I ain’t never run, and this is ..
‘Member I done .. change for hear, now I got plenty emotion
From the fact I really came from nothing, I gotta stay focused
November 6th, sick to my stomach, I seen three split open
Keep it on me, protection, no trophy
Say there lil’ woadie, I would stay up on your grind
Make sure you on your Ps and Qs at all times
Before you move, make sure you strapped with that iron
If you gon’ shoot, gotta be prepared to do time
Say there lil’ woadie, I would stay up on your grind
Make sure you on your Ps and Qs at all times
Before you move, make sure you strapped with that iron
If you gon’ shoot, gotta be prepared to do time