[Verse 1: JoeMari]
Ah
The way I am, I ain't the same from what I used to be
They got mad, I told him no, realize they using me
Talk to myself, I feel I'm craziest where they hear me speak
Try holding back my anger, that's what made my mama scared of me
Now we ain't promised tomorrow, that's why I keep my Glock
Before I walk through any mall, always keep it cocked
Ready to pop, like I'm kettle, just don't get me hot
Tote heavy metal, I'm a rockstar, drum sticks'll hit y'all top
2 3 on me like I'm Lebron, bitch I been on the block
They saying they gon' kill me but all they do is talk
Bitch we buying foreigns back to back, push to start, white and blood
Letting off 'bout 30 like Dell Curry with this fucking mag
Fuck with my lil sister, lose your life, it ain't no fine in that
Take one of ours, we take yours, back and forth, tit for tat
Smart nigga, I'm a nerd go dumb with my hands on this Tec
My brother give me fifty, you can bet I bring a hunnid back
I know [?] 'cause I got pull just like a chin-up
And I don't fuck with squares, I got a circle full of winners
Niggas better have them tints 'fore bullets fly right through the window
If we catch him without his family, turn his bitch into a widow, uh
I laugh now, cry later what I remind myself
Can't give a fuck 'bout anybody, I'm gon' remain myself
Cuz say he tryna do a skit after he popped a pill
He said "I don't care 'bout going to heaven, boy I'm high as hell"
Always kept a nest up on my head like turban on Bin Laden
Eight block monsters, they play too much, them niggas keep on sliding
Bitch tryna seek out for the opps, them niggas keep on hiding
Lil shorty always tryna get top and really I don't mind it
It's getting hard to show my heart, it's kinda hard to find it
Been doing wrong for so long, I don't know what right it
Been finger fucking guns so much, we starting to get arthritis
And these beats showing my pain too much, why I be tryna hide it
Ah
The way I am, I ain't the same from what I used to be
They got mad, I told him no, realize they using me
Talk to myself, I feel I'm craziest where they hear me speak
Try holding back my anger, that's what made my mama scared of me
Now we ain't promised tomorrow, that's why I keep my Glock
Before I walk through any mall, always keep it cocked
Ready to pop, like I'm kettle, just don't get me hot
Tote heavy metal, I'm a rockstar, drum sticks'll hit y'all top
2 3 on me like I'm Lebron, bitch I been on the block
They saying they gon' kill me but all they do is talk
Bitch we buying foreigns back to back, push to start, white and blood
Letting off 'bout 30 like Dell Curry with this fucking mag
Fuck with my lil sister, lose your life, it ain't no fine in that
Take one of ours, we take yours, back and forth, tit for tat
Smart nigga, I'm a nerd go dumb with my hands on this Tec
My brother give me fifty, you can bet I bring a hunnid back
I know [?] 'cause I got pull just like a chin-up
And I don't fuck with squares, I got a circle full of winners
Niggas better have them tints 'fore bullets fly right through the window
If we catch him without his family, turn his bitch into a widow, uh
I laugh now, cry later what I remind myself
Can't give a fuck 'bout anybody, I'm gon' remain myself
Cuz say he tryna do a skit after he popped a pill
He said "I don't care 'bout going to heaven, boy I'm high as hell"
Always kept a nest up on my head like turban on Bin Laden
Eight block monsters, they play too much, them niggas keep on sliding
Bitch tryna seek out for the opps, them niggas keep on hiding
Lil shorty always tryna get top and really I don't mind it
It's getting hard to show my heart, it's kinda hard to find it
Been doing wrong for so long, I don't know what right it
Been finger fucking guns so much, we starting to get arthritis
And these beats showing my pain too much, why I be tryna hide it
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