They making bargains with the devil these ni**as selling souls
Ain’t nothin manly bout you pussys you ni**as hella hoes
Say make her wifey i tell that b*tch that she got hella hopes
My ni**a stressing bad popping pills and smokin hella dope
Woke up this morning with a cold sweat i’m paranoid
I walk around with a pistol because you never know
Ain’t never stressing bout no b*tch homie they come and go
If you ain’t hustling to get rich than what you hustlin for?
(1) facts, first of all you know the kid too official
When you got nothing everybody starts to turn against you
Tired of the pen i’d rather write all my rhymes in pencils
At it again my ni**a juggin packs out the rentals
Feels good to wake up every morning i ain’t in a cell
Even to keep from goin back b*tch i will never tell
No sirloin no lie homie i’m hella rare
Zoom in on the bigger picture, they still don’t see it clear
I will never let another b*tch know where i stay at
ni**a killed my dawg and got locked up i still want payback
If that pussy good like this track i put her on play back
Said i was yo dawg but told on me brah iont get that
I ain’t got no time for all that chitchat
Pull it ima bust it at a ni**a b*tch i’m with that
I ain’t never changing still the same ni**a from way back
Never tell a lie in my songs i only speak facts
If i die today homie than i’d goin out da realest
Get a deal today still be in the field with all the killers
I know all my brothers in the pen gone feel this
Told em i’m the chosen one but ain’t nobody wanna hear me
Stand for something or you die for nothin
Was born broke i swear to god i ain’t gone die with nothin
E told me make better decisions in our last discussion
Brah these streets just ain’t the same you gotta move with caution
Cause life’s too easy to lose, brah don’t get this confused
b*tch it’s my time i feel i’m way overdue
I need a mill trynna feed the whole crew
She wanna fu*k than i want her friend too
Know they playing police games man i can’t mess with they dudes
Man i can’t lie it hurt my heart the day i seen my dawg on the news
Them crackas wanna hang me bad put my ass on a noose
8 years of my life taken away they want me back in them blues
Aim it at yo head you better duck or imma pluck me a goose
Shooting to the top i done been at the bottom too long
Thats my brother so i’m riding if he right or he wrong
It’s hard for me to trust anybody they done did me too wrong
They say they love you but who gone miss brah whenever you gone