Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It be sum 'bout ya vibe that be throwing me off
Middle fingers to the ones remember counted me out
If you speak up on my gang they gone run in yo mouth
It won't never be the same, feel like I'm letting you down
They tried to kill me
Had to tell them that I'm sticking around
Hallucination of my homie when I'm facing the loud
I made mistakes
But this time I swear I'm making it count
We catch a case
I shut my face, no I ain't making a sound
[Verse 2]
You get amused by the internet
Nah, I ain't into dat
Tahoe tinted black
My flow sickening
Catch 'em outside
Grab the choppa and we gon' spend the bend
Free the top side all my **** they was innocent
Too many cameras
Like a dozen shots come fly out the car
Put respect up on my name
My son gotta carry it on
I cannot give you my heart baby girl 'cause half of it's gone
I been that ****, I was wildin' since the day I was born
I won't bite my tongue, that shit hurt
Been through pain, I'm a winner
Don't play no games wit beginners
PBJ, what's for dinner?
I cut them off, here the scissors
Too many times I done been hurt
How can they not get the picture?
[Verse 3]
I got more shots than the Clippers
I told my momma that I got her so many times
I told my brotha that I got him so many times
No I can't trust you
All my life they told a **** lies
We in this race and I'ma see them at the finish line
And pussy, I ain't got no rap!
**** want that smoke
We pull up knocking off his hat
I remember Skeemo told me it's a target on yo back
They don't love me how they say
And man know that that's a fact
Know they gonna come for me one day
I put like 30 in my scrap
Don't give a fuck about ya kids, why would you play wit us
And if he really want that smoke it can get dangerous
[Verse 4]
Baby, I be out on spots
You **** soft
You boys can't hang with us
Shout out Boss Hog from Slauson Ave we ashin' angel dust
Check out all my pics from jects as jits
We been four fingers up
Everybody spiffy they official if they bang with us
Used to think I can't win
Got damn my chain hit
I called G5 twin
We both get lows in
We drive the same Benz
This ain't the same Benz
He was tryna go that way but that road closed
His lane ended
Going for it
Gotta get it
I ain't ever gon' let it harm me, BG
But we do everything on front street
Brand new Jeep
Every corner, I make the tired bleed
You can't despise me, nah
[Verse 5]
Living life and these **** living lies
Living life and these **** living lies
Living life and these **** living lies
[Verse 6]
I ain't expect this, but I always knew I was chosen
I never expect this, so many bars to be broken
I'm like, fuck it, though them folks know not to speak unless they spoken to
We ain't duckin' no eggshells
Swerve around these loose screws 'cause I got shit to lose
**** don't really want no problems, hear them hollerin' for a truce
Why these **** watch my every move like they think I know life? Low life
I be in my bag, I might pull up on a ****
Gimme that, fuck her front to back, then send her back
We do plenty that, that's a friendly fact, go check the stats
We got automatic guns but I sit in traffic like what's crackin'?
I don't believe these **** gangsta when they rappin', **** be cappin'
All these **** living lies, all these **** in disguise
I ain't fucking with them guys, I can't go out like these hoes, no
Sticking to the G-code, I ain't telling no lies
Written by: Munir Jones
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