About You Twisted Insane (Ft. Redro Killson)

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I used to hit the club with all the buds and always searchin' for a real bitch
They always end up tellin' me they love me, but I really never feel shit
I used to pull that mask up on my face and hop out homie on the ill tip
I'm livin' everyday without a penny to my name and still I feel rich
I never ask for something, I was supposed to be a nothing off of dust of nigga murder, murder, kill quick
Highlight "Murder Kills"
Fill em with the shit that make em sick, and bitch, I'm hard enough to deal with
You fallin' like you wuss-y
I never had no money, had to work to make it, either that or steal shit
And I would walk up to a motherfucker put a pistol in his face and tell 'em "Nigga, this a ill whip"
Now, homie, that's some real shit
I wake up everyday and wonder when a nigga'll die, I know its getting close
I know a motherfucka hella young, but these little niggas packing guns, so homie you don't ever know
I could walk into the liquor store to get a 40
Niggas slide up on me with the Michael Jackson moonwalk
Now, I don't even know if he was tryna say hello or fucking tripping
Nigga, you know how the 'shrooms talk
Now watch how loud the room got
Now, someone tell me why this bitch is (wastin all my time?) when I was dead broke
Then why a nigga had to grow up all around the bullets and the lead smoke
You never know when this shit's done, try to cherish every minute that you're left with
You should never leave with nothing cause you're daddy and, man, you never even said shit
It hurts cause you let him win, death win

[Hook x2: Redro Killson]
I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a fuck
About you, oh