Ft. Jon Waltz
Yo… straight thugs on this side – it’s do or die to the d**h
Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites – God, forgive me
for the sin I’m about to commit – takin a life
k** or be k**ed, rather that than somebody else
readin my will – you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Some say it’s strange, sometimes that’s how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, n*ggaz love to see when
n*ggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
with they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you f**in my wife
on my thousand dollar mattress
It’s the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me