Blind Side

(Long live Mook and Mike)

(You diss on them, you gon' lose your life)

(Don't say their name in vain and -) oh

When you knee-deep in the streets

Can't have your feelings in this shit (you can't)

I'm just thankin' God right now

'Cause I done finally went legit (I went legit)

Went on Twitter, opps tried to go post they block

I sent a blitz (Go get 'em, they out there)

Lil' buddy dropped a diss

The next day, got hit it up all in his shit (damn)

Can't shit stop me, I'm on demon time

Lil' bitch, look at my wrist

I hate that fluky shit

I almost lost my brother on a hit (what the fuck?)

Talkin' 'bout some yellow drank

Fuck out the face, I sold him piss (fuck him)

I'm gon' be asleep for like two days

'Cause I just poured an eight of Tris (damn)

Hit Rodeo with the gang

Spent 20,000 just on fits (Amiri jeans)

Chase him down until he hit the ground (come out)

And shoot until it click

Got them texts that I lost Mook and Mike (where you goin'?)

That shit had made me sick (to my stomach)

I be forgettin' that I'm famous

I'll kill a **** quick

They tryna hit me from my blindside

That's why I keep a stick

He was tryna throw some bullets and got clapped

We called a pick (his dead ass)

Watch how you fuck the city up

You run up thinkin' I'm a lick (get down)

Go tell him, he don't come outside

Then we gon' kill that **** bitch (kill his bitch)

I told Backend give me the Drac'

'Cause he act crazy with the switch (rrah, rrah)

Talkin' all that gangster shit

He must don't know we know he snitched (that he a -, he a fuckin' rat)

Walkin' in the booth and speakin' 'bout my life

What got me rich (shit get me paid)

Clappin' opps and bouncin' out on blocks (come out)

Boy, that's what got me lit (I got my name)

Seein' Shh face 'fore he died, boy

That's some shit I won't forget

He hit a cut, them bullets ate his back up

'Fore he jumped the fence (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, damn)

Let him punch me, then face his ass

And scream, "It's self defense" (he hit me first)

He got clapped up for some tint

Should've kept ridin' with no tint (dumbass)

I stand on business, boy

My mama mama mama don't pay rent (they don't)

I let my deep thoughts leave me up

'Cause I don't trust no one to vent (I don't, slatt)

His brother slid and he ain't make it back

I know he wish he went

He ain't gon' make it, pull the plug

That **** life on one percent

I got a million on me cash right now

Posted in the trench

I had to get my buckets up

Got tired of sittin' on the bench (I'm a player)

All these numbers in my bank account

Don't make no fuckin' sense (d-double nine)

If we in a speed and cut the music off

Shit got intense (we gone)

We hit a **** 20 times

He still alive, shit got me pissed (I'm mad as fuck)

My brothers fightin' B's

I'm prayin' all they cases get dismissed (they free)

Catch the right opp, I gotta let off shots

Put all this shit at risk (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

And if I die, take all my bread and J

And give that shit to Brick (to my brother)

And they say I sold my soul

All I did was bought some Ricks

And I just charge it to the game

I hate a bitch that think she slick (the fuck?)

And I hate to see my dogs fight

Bitch, I ain't Michael Vick (oh, hell no)

We got his lo' at 5:00, load up the rides

And killed his ass by 6:00 (blue eye)

Get in my face and watch me shoot this bitch like Melo on the Knicks

5.56s and .223s'll split his body like a twig (what the fuck?)

I've been chillin', how the fuck my name keep gettin' in the mix?

(Like what the fuck?)

I been hearin' this and that, think what you want

Get off my dick, **** (Bitch)