[Hook: Tommy Wright III]
Gotta pack my steel, 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
Gotta pack my steel‚ 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
Gotta pack my steel‚ 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
Gotta pack my steel‚ 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
[Verse 1: Yung Koke]
I'm wake up feelin' crazed and psychotic at times
Momma said rewind what's in ya head (?)
But my mind ain't on the right track to think positive
It's my variety, the death, the way I choose to life
Negativity and murder is the way of my community
Wanna go to war for a while‚ it don't matter to me
Tragedy after tragedy, memory after memory
Reminisce of smoking weed and drinking bottles of Hennessy
Why, ask why‚ why, ask why, why, she cry why he died
He shouldn't have been slippin', takin' up for the other guy
Too many motherfuckers sufferin' sick, tryin' to get out the game
Too many motherfuckers dick lickin' for fortune and fame
Brains blown out - obituary, sad faces, murder cases
Fuck feelin' bad ... .44 Mag and nigga tracers
Erase all the bullshit, erase all the bullshit, all of that bullshit
Get your head split, your ass kicked, everybody got banana clips
Trip off that shit that's funny, makin' money in different ways
I ain't got to be real to kill, I'm already crazed
Gotta pack my steel, 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
Gotta pack my steel‚ 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
Gotta pack my steel‚ 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
Gotta pack my steel‚ 'cause it don't take skill
For a nigga to kill
[Verse 1: Yung Koke]
I'm wake up feelin' crazed and psychotic at times
Momma said rewind what's in ya head (?)
But my mind ain't on the right track to think positive
It's my variety, the death, the way I choose to life
Negativity and murder is the way of my community
Wanna go to war for a while‚ it don't matter to me
Tragedy after tragedy, memory after memory
Reminisce of smoking weed and drinking bottles of Hennessy
Why, ask why‚ why, ask why, why, she cry why he died
He shouldn't have been slippin', takin' up for the other guy
Too many motherfuckers sufferin' sick, tryin' to get out the game
Too many motherfuckers dick lickin' for fortune and fame
Brains blown out - obituary, sad faces, murder cases
Fuck feelin' bad ... .44 Mag and nigga tracers
Erase all the bullshit, erase all the bullshit, all of that bullshit
Get your head split, your ass kicked, everybody got banana clips
Trip off that shit that's funny, makin' money in different ways
I ain't got to be real to kill, I'm already crazed
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