[Verse 1]
Lately I been facing blunts and not giving a fuck
God came and took some more guess we ain't give him enough
Anger in my heart, tears in my eyes
This shit hurt forreal seem like days I can't stop the crying
Can't believe shit played out like that, wish you could rewind
T's up for TwinNem and Tim long live the guys
Pistol on my hip murder on my mind
30 in this clip for 22, 3 and number 5
You add that up they press they luck now it's time for me to slide
It's clutch time and I'm scoring for my team like Kobe Bryant
Pop out cuts like surprise do a opp like penny burn him in his back
With this iron throw up Ls and we can't leave the bro's behind
But I ain't from off the 9 I'm from Evergreen where hustlers post on corners like the sign
KillaMob full of shooter nigga we ain't dropping dimes
For my boys I'ma get it can't nobody stop the grind
Yeah I got my downfalls but regardless I'ma rise
Yeah they throw dirt on my name but regardless I'ma shine
I'm just balling like I'm Ed cause they took shorty out his prime
So I'm shooting like I'm Lil Bit if a nigga cross the line
Niggas dissing we gone kill 'em yeah it's fuck the other side
But we been them niggas love the hate dead or alive
All them bitches gotta die 'cause that shit fucking with my pride
Naw we can't compromise laughing cause it's RIP you they gone meet you guarantee you it's gone be a homicide
Now it's like they gotta go no face no fucking case what you think we bought them masks for
Hop out when we slide the door Do a hit then grab some dope
Put that on my soul we gone have more then traffic smoke
Scooby bang troy and when I shoot we gone have some more
And I'm giving shots to them boys who love to crack the 4
Shouldn't of did that now you pussies got a savage war
This ain't for name bitch the gang who I'm clapping for
I ain't shooting just to say I shot, bitch I'm tryna score
Got it on 'em then he getting popped while he try to blow
When I say these words feel the anger when I'm rapping bro
All my loved ones who ain't make it the ones I'm rapping for
Disrespect the hood death is what you asking for
Them cobras really sparking shit don't believe me ask the folks
Left him on division body parts divided on the floor
TwinCity GucciGang I remain 'til it's my time to go
Lately I been facing blunts and not giving a fuck
God came and took some more guess we ain't give him enough
Anger in my heart, tears in my eyes
This shit hurt forreal seem like days I can't stop the crying
Can't believe shit played out like that, wish you could rewind
T's up for TwinNem and Tim long live the guys
Pistol on my hip murder on my mind
30 in this clip for 22, 3 and number 5
You add that up they press they luck now it's time for me to slide
It's clutch time and I'm scoring for my team like Kobe Bryant
Pop out cuts like surprise do a opp like penny burn him in his back
With this iron throw up Ls and we can't leave the bro's behind
But I ain't from off the 9 I'm from Evergreen where hustlers post on corners like the sign
KillaMob full of shooter nigga we ain't dropping dimes
For my boys I'ma get it can't nobody stop the grind
Yeah I got my downfalls but regardless I'ma rise
Yeah they throw dirt on my name but regardless I'ma shine
I'm just balling like I'm Ed cause they took shorty out his prime
So I'm shooting like I'm Lil Bit if a nigga cross the line
Niggas dissing we gone kill 'em yeah it's fuck the other side
But we been them niggas love the hate dead or alive
All them bitches gotta die 'cause that shit fucking with my pride
Naw we can't compromise laughing cause it's RIP you they gone meet you guarantee you it's gone be a homicide
Now it's like they gotta go no face no fucking case what you think we bought them masks for
Hop out when we slide the door Do a hit then grab some dope
Put that on my soul we gone have more then traffic smoke
Scooby bang troy and when I shoot we gone have some more
And I'm giving shots to them boys who love to crack the 4
Shouldn't of did that now you pussies got a savage war
This ain't for name bitch the gang who I'm clapping for
I ain't shooting just to say I shot, bitch I'm tryna score
Got it on 'em then he getting popped while he try to blow
When I say these words feel the anger when I'm rapping bro
All my loved ones who ain't make it the ones I'm rapping for
Disrespect the hood death is what you asking for
Them cobras really sparking shit don't believe me ask the folks
Left him on division body parts divided on the floor
TwinCity GucciGang I remain 'til it's my time to go
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