[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka
Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka
Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka
Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka
Lately I've been on some other type of shit
Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit
Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with
Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow
Fully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows
Now everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win
Head first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend
A word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and I'm schemin'
I'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing
Ain't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life
Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife
Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
High prices on the blow (let go)
So it's hard to get dough (let go)
Tried to run up in my pad
Trying to hit me for my cash
So I thum-thum-thum (had to let go)
Sick and tired of this shit (let go)
Old homie turned snitch (let go)
Homies brought it to the light
Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)
Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka
Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka
Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka
Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka
Lately I've been on some other type of shit
Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit
Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with
Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow
Fully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows
Now everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win
Head first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend
A word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and I'm schemin'
I'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing
Ain't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life
Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife
Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
High prices on the blow (let go)
So it's hard to get dough (let go)
Tried to run up in my pad
Trying to hit me for my cash
So I thum-thum-thum (had to let go)
Sick and tired of this shit (let go)
Old homie turned snitch (let go)
Homies brought it to the light
Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)
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