Poetic Pain

Drugs and blick in the car 12 get behind me going on a chase

My city beautiful we leaving blood on the curb turn violence to something poetic

Come out the womb a criminal brother be wildin he got a gun fetish

Im tryna to give you a visual keep it on side or die you know better

You go ride or die it’s your choice

Potna died ain’t slide your choice

Skrrt off im hostile

Walking around in the hood with a glock in my hand **** that’s my style

Me and the bros talking confidentially over the phone ain’t no discussion

I got no heart like a Russian

Im not with the fussing

I pull it out get to bussing

We got the addicts hook like fish

Before I bag cook that shit

Pain was tragic took that shit

Payback that’s what we looking for

I ain’t no letting it slide death is the pay for your transgressions

Aiming when we slide we keep the drums like a band lesson

Silence for all of the guys who standing on the stairs to heaven

They call it ignorant I call it thug life we keep the dirtest sticks

Im from the hood where all the excitement is fucking the dirtest bitch

Drugs and blick in the car 12 get behind me going on a chase

My city beautiful we leaving blood on the curb turn violence to something poetic

Come out the womb a criminal brother be wildin he got a gun fetish

Im tryina to give you a visual keep it on side or die you know better

You go ride or die it’s your choice

Potna died ain’t slide your choice