I ain't never counted no favor, that ho, she keep it too real for that
Tryna 'fect my craft, I'm losin' friends that I'll never get back
If I thought 'bout Red and popped these Percocets, tryna have a heart attack
You know what it's like losin' day one niggas to pussycats
Rest in peace to Tek, shit heart so bad I thought 'bout quittin' Percs
You used to beg me, "Shit, slow down," I ain't think you'd OD first
Demons inside my body, 'boutta catch on fire if I go to a church
Beatin' her back and ??? bed 'til there's cream on my new T-shirt
Everybody know I'm havin' shit, so far from average
Niggas get mad about a ho, boy, you can have the bitch (Rrah)
Nothin' but switches on my Glock 'cause I got accuracy
How the fuck you let this nigga on the block knowin' he a snitch?
It was nothin' but ten of us at mama house, but we still had like twenty guns
Pussy niggas jumped me at the mall, but I ain't fuckin' run
Pussy niggas jumped me and ain't take shit
By the end of the week, I'ma be sendin' one the bros some pape', bitch
And you know what I mean by that
Yeah, niggas gettin' whacked
We ain't never play no defense, all we know is attack
Hop out, black trucks with MACs
They diss, I don't say shit back
'Cause when I catch you, bitch, you whacked
On Red, nigga
It's hard to sleep with twenty thousand on your head, nigga
I don't give fucks 'bout no bread, nigga, I'll share it with ya
So many shots in this bitch, your arm hurtin', then I'ma spray it with ya
They got me on the news without permission to use my fuckin' picture
Niggas always talkin' all that shit like they some fucking killers
Like I ain't grow up in the zoo 'round some fuckin' gorillas
I missed, I bet lil' Ty gon' get him
Send bro the drop and say, "Go get 'em"
5.56s and them 7.62s known to rip through your liver
All these niggas dissin' knowin' they pussy wait 'til I catch up with you
Aim that bitch at your head, make it look like he brought some ketchup with him
Niggas talkin' shit like they don't know that I'm gon' catch up with 'em
DOA on arrival, fuck nigga should've brought a stretcher with him
R.I.P. to Red, you know my big brother always kept it with him
Evil thoughts in my head just make me wanna up and stretch a nigga
I'll put shit to bed, watch how you play it, before I catch ya, nigga
Before the rap, I was a stepper, nigga
I ain't never counted no favor, that ho, she keep it too real for that
Tryna 'fect my craft, I'm losin' friends that I'll never get back
If I thought 'bout Red and popped these Percocets, tryna have a heart attack
You know what it's like losin' day one niggas to pussycats
Rest in peace to Tek, shit heart so bad I thought 'bout quittin' Percs
You used to beg me, "Shit, slow down," I ain't think you'd OD first
Demons inside my body, 'boutta catch on fire if I go to a church
Beatin' her back and ??? bed 'til there's cream on my new T-shirt
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