One Dae - Take A Look Around lyrics

I know this dude named Eddy Had a semiautomatic tech and a machete Used to cop wait for him Who? He was friendly Had the same beef with this dude I wanna bury African cat, told him how to smoke ganja Funny style and f**ed up head His head was bogus He tried to play me on some hating on day sh** s**er punch right down in the face I ran away quick My man Jason just sat there He didn't chase him I'm like what the f**, You let him get away, son? My finger in the air like sponsored links All y'all is gay, son The reason why I been One Dae since day one This whole time this Portorican b**h Laughing at my bloody lip Lucky I ain't slap on some ugly sh** Thought that she was in the whip Trip, that's a funny sh** Last week I holler at this b**h and some other chick [Hook] Take a look around, this is my life These are my friends, Wander why I'm holding a knife? This is a gun, you wonder why I'm pocking it back? This where I live, you wonder why I'm talking like that? I went to school with this dude, Black Larry Used to cut cla**, burn hells, he was pallie Even wrapped with his fat cousin, and fat buggin' Fat gold chain, he like "man, what you pumping?" I'm like "what, yo? I ain't a punk", so we laughin' He wasn't really cool like that It was just rappin' The One Dae, aye, yo, bustin', what happen? His cousin, Stocky Brian, Spanish Mickey with gla**es Try getting tough with me, cause they knew I had my stuff with me But I ain't even cut a gutter for a buck fifty I try back and I'm down with one hand Brian start swingin' his hands, nothin' land I duck one, turn around and I look Little Mickey grab my book bag Shooking it up, damn, you motherf**ers get ... in school Lucky you ain't seen me creein' in an ... with tools [Hook] Knew this Damien, flap top cat, a cool character Q P's and Berkeley cheap, go get a gat for ya I used to meet him south station to Ashmouth Damien was like Wolverine, hiding his stash paw I knew it, but I never was one to listen to it I bought sisty with no crew What the f** I'm doin'? I see my man Shawn, he usually call From fifth grade, but today he look unusually awed Face drain, like he got a lot f sh** on his brain He didn't even say what's up He didn't see me, but hey I didn't really think it's nothing, kept steadily steppin' Next day I found out he put a skep to his melon Heard he called his man Jahmills with the funny arms boggin' Counted backwards from ten, and then he bucked it Now that's some f** sh** he wasn't the type To be ball cat, thirty, go pro, that's nice [Hook]