[Intro]
How? How'd he save Chiraq?
How? Where's my brother?
How? Bitch, we been to war
I can't, I dont talk that Chicago shit
I don’t know nun bout that
I know about everywhere I go I gotta have my muhfuckin' gun period
I know about **** big homie —
I don’t call them niggas, "Big", they ain't my big homies
Them niggas ain't never did shit but finesse me, for real
But what I'm telling you don’t get finessed
All them shorties that wanna beat a 100 — niggas up
Man, check niggas out
[Verse 1]
Come on, just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)
See what's really 'bout it
Chill out and analyze, tell me how you feel about it (Feel)
But one thing about it, I'm really 'bout it
Did shit, ain't trip about it, think about it, but we wasn't just doing it to anybody (Nuh-uh)
Nigga, you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)
Pussy, you ain't even hear who you shot at (Pussy)
In the jam, he grabbin' a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas, they really rotten
Same niggas riding around, getting high outside, killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin'
Lot of niggas 2019, getting killed with they partners
And niggas stories mixed with they body language, don't be adding up how they really rockin'
In that lil' pouch, is something, arm reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you staring for, pacing back and forth, I'ma need you to stop that
I could turn nothing to something, how you top that?
If I want something, it's nothing, I could cop that
Humble, but you know my shit, I'll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at?
I'm inspiration for niggas who trappin'
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at
I'm living proof you can get off the block
It's for every hood, I don't care if you not black
How? How'd he save Chiraq?
How? Where's my brother?
How? Bitch, we been to war
I can't, I dont talk that Chicago shit
I don’t know nun bout that
I know about everywhere I go I gotta have my muhfuckin' gun period
I know about **** big homie —
I don’t call them niggas, "Big", they ain't my big homies
Them niggas ain't never did shit but finesse me, for real
But what I'm telling you don’t get finessed
All them shorties that wanna beat a 100 — niggas up
Man, check niggas out
[Verse 1]
Come on, just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)
See what's really 'bout it
Chill out and analyze, tell me how you feel about it (Feel)
But one thing about it, I'm really 'bout it
Did shit, ain't trip about it, think about it, but we wasn't just doing it to anybody (Nuh-uh)
Nigga, you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)
Pussy, you ain't even hear who you shot at (Pussy)
In the jam, he grabbin' a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas, they really rotten
Same niggas riding around, getting high outside, killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin'
Lot of niggas 2019, getting killed with they partners
And niggas stories mixed with they body language, don't be adding up how they really rockin'
In that lil' pouch, is something, arm reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you staring for, pacing back and forth, I'ma need you to stop that
I could turn nothing to something, how you top that?
If I want something, it's nothing, I could cop that
Humble, but you know my shit, I'll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at?
I'm inspiration for niggas who trappin'
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at
I'm living proof you can get off the block
It's for every hood, I don't care if you not black
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