[Intro]
Look
[Verse 1]
Back on my bullshit, it's a scary sight
I'ma always keep on steppin', you can stay behind (Matt Brick$)
I be thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dime
When I was selling dimes
When I ain't have a life
I just had a dream I was in the county smoking spice
I be thinkin' 'bout my nigga, he eighteen fightin' life
I'm sorry, mama, I ain't walk a straight line
If I don't make it, I'ma die trying
I'm on parole, so I'm runnin' lowkey
These niggas, they be lying, they ain't really in the streets
Today I'm getting cheese, I don't wanna hear a beep
I just wanna get a bag, stack, and repeat
I was down bad on my ass, on E
They ain't even help mе get back on my feet
And nigga, on P's, I'm still ridin' with the heat
Thеse niggas lyin', they don't even got no beef
[Verse 2: Peysoh]
Activated, most hated, so I'm stayin' protected
I know they want me dead, so I'm keepin' a weapon
Big forty on my hip, who he thinkin' impresssin'?
Knock a nigga top, yeah, I'm leavin' him guessin'
We takin' back to back trips, why they dyin' like that?
I thought you niggas wanted war, why they hidin' like that?
No competition, fuck the opps, why they tryin' like that?
I'm paranoid, keep it on me, why they eyein' like that?
I heard they want me dead, tell them niggas come and do somethin'
I had to toss mine, the homie let me use his fusca
Stay up off these streets, hardheaded, I'm like nunca
They know I never miss, when I slide, you hear trucha
I been— shh for the block, ask the homies, I'm a trophy
Lil' fuse, big gun, better watch how you approach me
Terrorize they block, we 56, them niggas know me
I ain't playin' 'bout no war, bitch, I'll slide by my lonely
Look
[Verse 1]
Back on my bullshit, it's a scary sight
I'ma always keep on steppin', you can stay behind (Matt Brick$)
I be thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dime
When I was selling dimes
When I ain't have a life
I just had a dream I was in the county smoking spice
I be thinkin' 'bout my nigga, he eighteen fightin' life
I'm sorry, mama, I ain't walk a straight line
If I don't make it, I'ma die trying
I'm on parole, so I'm runnin' lowkey
These niggas, they be lying, they ain't really in the streets
Today I'm getting cheese, I don't wanna hear a beep
I just wanna get a bag, stack, and repeat
I was down bad on my ass, on E
They ain't even help mе get back on my feet
And nigga, on P's, I'm still ridin' with the heat
Thеse niggas lyin', they don't even got no beef
[Verse 2: Peysoh]
Activated, most hated, so I'm stayin' protected
I know they want me dead, so I'm keepin' a weapon
Big forty on my hip, who he thinkin' impresssin'?
Knock a nigga top, yeah, I'm leavin' him guessin'
We takin' back to back trips, why they dyin' like that?
I thought you niggas wanted war, why they hidin' like that?
No competition, fuck the opps, why they tryin' like that?
I'm paranoid, keep it on me, why they eyein' like that?
I heard they want me dead, tell them niggas come and do somethin'
I had to toss mine, the homie let me use his fusca
Stay up off these streets, hardheaded, I'm like nunca
They know I never miss, when I slide, you hear trucha
I been— shh for the block, ask the homies, I'm a trophy
Lil' fuse, big gun, better watch how you approach me
Terrorize they block, we 56, them niggas know me
I ain't playin' 'bout no war, bitch, I'll slide by my lonely
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