[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
These niggas hatin'
Sayin' I ain't from them streets
But I'm realer than them niggas that be in them streets
I'm totin' my heat
Facing defeat
Dead man walking
Head down through the rain 'cause I'm brainstorming, yeah
Killers tryna kill me
They don't know the real me
Rather kill my-fuckin'-self before a nigga kill me, or drill me
Killer bee, killed in this world, so
That's why I'm always killing
I'm too real, so real my nigga
I ain't sellin' out my soul for a deal my nigga
That ain't right
These niggas dying in the street life
Keep your head at your lap, these niggas shootin' at that red light
Damn, man that shit fucked up
They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you up
It got me thinking how I'm 'post to charge
When niggas set you up just for a couple of bucks, yeah
They wanna see me dead, layin' in a coffin
My mama cryin', while the pastor talkin'
These bitches on me dyin', keep on stalkin'
Praying to the lord, I do that shit on the often
Trials and tribulations that I'm facin' got me crazy
Smokin' Jamaican, yeah I'm spacin', 'cause my mind racin'
My eyes low just like an Asian, but the smoke Caucasian
I grill a nigga like some bacon if he try to flame me
Thundery thoughts of
Things I was taught of
Got a nigga lost 'cause
I can't be a boss, yeah
I just wanna be rich, fuck the fame homie
[?] my nigga
And he switched up and changed on me
You put that fame on me, now that fame on you
And them holes in my brain I contain, homie (Homie)
I con-fucking-tain 'em
I'd rather pull the .30 out, and imma stain em
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
These niggas hatin'
Sayin' I ain't from them streets
But I'm realer than them niggas that be in them streets
I'm totin' my heat
Facing defeat
Dead man walking
Head down through the rain 'cause I'm brainstorming, yeah
Killers tryna kill me
They don't know the real me
Rather kill my-fuckin'-self before a nigga kill me, or drill me
Killer bee, killed in this world, so
That's why I'm always killing
I'm too real, so real my nigga
I ain't sellin' out my soul for a deal my nigga
That ain't right
These niggas dying in the street life
Keep your head at your lap, these niggas shootin' at that red light
Damn, man that shit fucked up
They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you up
It got me thinking how I'm 'post to charge
When niggas set you up just for a couple of bucks, yeah
They wanna see me dead, layin' in a coffin
My mama cryin', while the pastor talkin'
These bitches on me dyin', keep on stalkin'
Praying to the lord, I do that shit on the often
Trials and tribulations that I'm facin' got me crazy
Smokin' Jamaican, yeah I'm spacin', 'cause my mind racin'
My eyes low just like an Asian, but the smoke Caucasian
I grill a nigga like some bacon if he try to flame me
Thundery thoughts of
Things I was taught of
Got a nigga lost 'cause
I can't be a boss, yeah
I just wanna be rich, fuck the fame homie
[?] my nigga
And he switched up and changed on me
You put that fame on me, now that fame on you
And them holes in my brain I contain, homie (Homie)
I con-fucking-tain 'em
I'd rather pull the .30 out, and imma stain em
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