S2

You know nowadays everybody liabilities They told me, "Pick A side", I said, "I'm rockin' with myself You dig what I'm sayin'?" You know, I know shit get confidential That's the main reason I ain't trippin' My intentions was to do what I did 'cause when I did what I Did I was gon' get the result To see who's really with me And when it all boiled down, shit Everybody turn they back on me Ayy, any time they ask how I'm doin' Shit, I tell 'em I'm cope aesthetic Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles He la familia (Bow) I can't be mad if you cut me Off and go find someone that's realer (Realer) Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about That he got' make sure he familiar (O oh) They play with me, we blow they block down Look in the eye of a killer (Grrah) Nine out of ten, we got them choppers out Snakes inside the whip, tell bro "Slow down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt) Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks The type of time I'm on No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg Youngin', you wait before your time Stay on your shit That's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm) Whole hundred thou' That's for the tennis chain (Tennis chain) I'm tryna wash the Perkies down And mix with lemonade This shit I'm spittin' way too gangster They still don't understand Financially, shorty, I'm straight But still not mentally Ayy, I live a soldier life mentality Million on my head, I know they after me (Uh, uh) Reverse they block and empty the clip (Skrrt) We let off shots soon as the addy leak (Skrrt) they tryna break down what I built It took a mil' to make this masterpiece I hit your line, pick up the Phone 'cause in your arms That's where I'd rather be Cops get behind us, hide my Chrome inside your purse Make sure it's stashed for me Friendly reminder of my own I found the plug who had the bags for cheap I'm in your yard, come ride alone Can you explain why you still mad at me? I'm still at war from shit back home So I can't leave unless I grab the heat Still sendin' green dots to the prison I'm in my feelings 'bout my Dawg in that slammer B put a green dot on the Glizzy thirty Repetition what we standin' on And this a house act in the kitchen Whippin' with that arm and hammer I still got one foot in the trenches With the quickness dressin' Camel This codeine fuckin' up my kidneys Damn near runnin' outta stamina Go tat' my name on your Lil' titty, if they ask, say you a fan of me I wrap my flag around the Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips I think my soul back from the 60s Reason they not understandin' me Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles He la familia (Bow) I can't be mad if you cut me Off and go find someone that's realer (Realer) Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about That he got' make sure he familiar (O oh) They play with me, we blow they block down Look in the eye of a killer (Grrah) Nine out of ten, we got them choppers out Snakes inside the whip, tell bro "Slow down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt) Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks The type of time I'm on No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg Youngin', you wait before your time Stay on your shit That's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)