| Ever since I entered Earth, I been a real nigga |
| I’ma leave and go to the dirt still a real nigga |
| So put me in my casket with my ratchet on me |
| You know me a warrior, a nigga have to dome me |
| Just like pissy mattresses how people flippin' on me |
| Steady switchin' on me, swear this shit get so lonely |
| At the top, but I gave it all I got for it |
| Told 'em they can have the game back when I got bored |
| Where do I start? Steady playin' my part |
| Wars, you know I fought, in the web, niggas done got caught |
| Down to play the wildcard, trippin' 'bout them memories |
| Let it blaow blaow, 2.23's, them bitches downed him with an ease |
| Gettin' watched by F-E-D's, they keep following |
| Met that ho on IG, say she be modeling |
| Play the bougie role, but my baby, she swallowing |
| 'Cause ain’t no nigga hotter than |
| Up in the places I done went |
| Done sprayed the blocks where I done spent |
| Forgive me, Lord, I repent |
| I swear living be so hard in that lion’s den |
| You hear shots from the TEC, then the sirens |
| Red and blue lights flashing, mama’s baby dyin' |
| You would never know her pain, dawg |
| No, that shit cut her like a chainsaw |
| Deep where her heart beat |
| She used to strap him in a carseat |
| Now she gotta bury lil' one six feet |
| Three bodies, that was this week |
| I’m so glad them bullets missed me |
| Out here where niggas wan' kill me, this shit risky |
| If I let them niggas kill me, they gon' miss me |
| Will I make it before they take me? I just wonder |
| Facing temptations, can’t let the devil take me under |
| Just know that I’m good if I ain’t home 'fore the sun up |
| Been through cold summers, pour up and roll one up |
| To try to make it all fade away |
| Know the world fucked up in a major way |
| Praying on the Lord, hoping he can save the day |
| Hope to see peace tomorrow, loading up my K today |
| And rest in peace my nigga Tyrese |
| Young nigga had mad scuffles just like Ali |
| Was fighting for his life, hooked up machines and IV’s |
| Did 30 months, just got free, now a nigga hollerin' RIP |
| But this the type of shit we see every day in Baton Vietnam |
| Make it, get some paper, they gon' hate you when you leave the slums |
| But if the streets take you, they gon' rate you as they favorite one |
| Start fuckin' with you when you done, shit make you wanna spray your gun |
| And take you one, 'cause it’s kill or be killed |
| Dump the whole clip and refill |
| And they’ll never, ever, ever feel how we feel |
| We’re trained where I live, go to grave 'fore I squeal |
| Big Luwhop |
| Ever since I entered Earth, I been a real nigga |
| I’ma leave and go to the dirt still a real nigga |
| So put me in my casket with my ratchet on me |
| You know me a warrior, a nigga have to dome me |
| Just like pissy mattresses how people flippin' on me |
| Steady switchin' on me, swear this shit get so lonely |
| At the top, but I gave it all I got for it |
| Told 'em they can have the game back when I got bored |