| Yeah, wicket shit |
| Yeah, yeah |
| It’s a travesty of justice, watch me bust this |
| Kush broke down in vanilla Dutches |
| I spit wicked shit, such is |
| Play me too close, get put on crutches |
| Lost a lot of friends over ends and revenge |
| Burnt a lot of bridges for the fire from the singe |
| Police kickin' in your door right up off the hinge |
| homie’s name will make you cringe |
| Sittin' in the dope spot tryin' to get your fetty |
| If you stay ready, you ain’t gotta get ready |
| Last time the jack boys popped up Eddie |
| Caught him slippin' made his brains look like a bowl of spaghetti |
| Ready, set, go, let the tech blow |
| Every day you wake up, that’s a reality show |
| The reality of this is suicidal vicious |
| So maliciously from sleepin' with the fishes |
| Reel Life Product show environment, man |
| When you the dope man ain’t no retirement plan |
| Get in, get out, get all the money you can |
| 'Cause the narcos comin' with the raid van |
| The K-9 unit smelled the evidence |
| They book you downtown, took your fingerprints |
| Now you behind bars with the electric fence |
| Wasn’t even makin' dollars, didn’t make no sense |
| It’s always a nigga that you thought was real |
| Be the same motherfucker you be dyin' to kill |
| Said it’s always a nigga that you thought was real |
| Be the same motherfucker you be dyin' to kill |
| It’s a shame ain’t no love in the game, it’s no honor |
| Your man’ll raise his hand on the stand like «yo honor» |
| Take you from your wife, your kids, and yo mama |
| Fresh out of jail, long bail and mo' drama |
| Funny how the tables turn so karma |
| Place you out in front of the rat who alarmed |
| The police and got the beast on your tail |
| So you shot him with like twenty-five shells |
| Now everybody talkin' 'bout, oh no |
| They done shot so-and-so like little Joe Joe |
| He was too young to die, he was just a kid |
| Y’all don’t know what the fuck he did |
| These streets a wild beast that can’t be caged |
| America eats its young at any age |
| The dope game suicidal road rage |
| Add another name to the obituary page |
| Don’t play the grown man game like a kid |
| That’s the fastest way to get a hole in your wig |
| You know what |
| is? That’s a pig |
| That don’t fly straight, not in my state |
| Move weight, scrape plates like frosty flakes |
| They’re great! I’m Tony the Tiger |
| I’ll set you on fire |
| I’m a killer for hire |
| It’s always a nigga that you thought was real |
| Be the same motherfucker you be dyin' to kill |
| Said it’s always a nigga that you thought was real |
| Be the same motherfucker you be dyin' to kill |
| You old enough to talk shit, you old enough to get ya ass kicked |
| Or even worse, get put off in a casket |
| My advice to you, don’t end up like the last kid |
| I’m from murder city, you ain’t even gotta ask it |
| Cops gettin' shot on the job’s a trend still |
| Blew his brains all on the squad car windshield |
| Bullets had him breakin' and doin' the windmill |
| The purge in America, purgatory is real |
| Walk a tightrope, the game sharp as a knife |
| If you get out, you lucky you survived with your life |
| Some be trippin', I ain’t never slippin' |
| Both of my feet on the floor, straight stickin' |
| Bullets rang out, you made the six o' clock news |
| Niggas be dyin' in the streets for breakin' rules |
| Fuck the police 'cause they could die too |
| They be killin' me 'cause I be killin' you |
| They shot your son, he was only twenty-two |
| They ain’t give a fuck, they shot him with a 22 |
| Stay up out them streets, it’s some dog doo doo |
| You could lose your life runnin' with the wrong crew |
| It’s always a nigga that you thought was real |
| Be the same motherfucker you be dyin' to kill |
| Said it’s always a nigga that you thought was real |
| Be the same motherfucker you be dyin' to kill |
| Uh, we were asleep, and I don’t sleep too sound. I heard all this shootin' and |
| everything, so I woke up, and I couldn’t see the fire from the front of the |
| house. I had to get up and kinda go to the bathroom, and then I seen the flames, |
| so I, you know, slipped on my clothes and then ran |
| and woke up my husband, and woke up, got the kids, I woke up my brother, |
| he stayed with us too. |